You are certainly not Prince Charming, Or if so... in a rather crooked way. You are certainly more than alarming, But just as certainly, I want you to stay. The shadows on your skin are old, A violent story left untold. One step closer, two steps back. A velvet ribbon on my neck. The music flows, the room goes blind, We leave the world so far behind. Certainly dangerous, hardly wise. You are the bassline, and I am the rise. Certainly monsters, certainly kings. We dance in the loop of broken rings. Oh, certainly... We are beautiful, terrible things. You are certainly not an angel, Or if so... you have lost your wings. You certainly play with the danger, And you certainly love what darkness brings. Your fingers trace my silver spine, At a midnight dance when we align. One step closer, two steps back. A velvet ribbon on my neck. The music flows, the room goes blind, We leave the world so far behind. Certainly dangerous, hardly wise. You are the bassline, and I am the rise. Certainly monsters, certainly kings. We dance in the loop of broken rings. Oh, certainly... We are beautiful, terrible things. Certainly... Certainly... We shake the world. We bend the world. And we rise together. You are certainly not Prince Charming... (Charming... Charming...) But just as certainly... stay. Certainly.
