| This was bound to happen, |
| you’re bound to the ocean, love. |
| But as your skin is sinking in, embrace it. |
| Bullets on the front page |
| scream your name. |
| Do you hear? |
| Or do you shake? |
| Stand and wait to face them? |
| And in pieces, crawl through the town |
| until your limbs erupt and spill to the ground. |
| This was bound to happen, |
| you’re bound to the ocean, love. |
| But as your skin is sinking in, embrace it. |
| You’re impressed by the tasteless flavors, |
| you undressed and I wanted you |
| to stay until the flames descended. |
| And in pieces, crawl through the town |
| until your limbs erupt and spill to the ground. |
| You leave your love above the bed frame. |
| And I speak, in tongues, or so it seems. |
| We bleed the blood on errant passion. |
| Tell me who do you see |
| behind your eyelids? |
| And you’re breathing in tune to the words |
| I would sing to you. |
| Oh, but your sleeping |
| and tell me, «Who do you see?» |