[Verse 1] The air in here is heavy, thick enough to bruise I’m walking on the edge of every word you choose. You got eyes like broken glass Hunting a ghost from the past. I know I’ve built a labyrinth of white lies and pride Leaving you to wonder what I’m burning deep inside. You’re a beautiful, jagged blade I'm addicted to the way the debt is paid. [Hook - Female] Is it the heat of this hate, or the heat of your skin? Where does the screaming stop and the moaning begin? I’m clawing at your chest just to see if your real Give me something primal, something we can feel…feel…feel… [Chorus - Duet] It’s always fucking or fighting, no middle ground to tread We’re either tearing us down or tearing up the bed. A cycle made of thunder and the sweat against the sheets The poison and the honey, the win and the defeat. We’re drowning on the past, we’re choking on the lie In the space between the "damn you" and the "baby, don't you cry." [Verse 2] Always listening for a slip Paranoia’s got your lower lip. You think I’m always lying, cold While you’re a wildfire story, old So you scream until the walls shake to the floor And I roar back in anger till we can’t take any more. Then the silence gets too loud, and the anger turns to need And we use each other’s bodies just to make the heart stop bleed. [Solo] [Hook - Female] Is it the heat of this hate, or the heat of your skin? Where does the screaming stop and the moaning begin? I’m clawing at your chest just to see if your real Give me something primal, something we can feel…feel…feel… [Verse 3] An amazing wreckage, damn that face A manic goddess, a hurricane in lace And I’m the man who fails you, the one who yells, loud Just wish we could find some peace underneath this cloud. We’re addicted to the friction, the collision of the souls Trying to fill the silence losing all control We don’t know how to talk, we only know how to collide Two stars about to supernova with nowhere left to hide. [Chorus - Duet] It’s always fucking or fighting, no middle ground to tread We’re either tearing us down or tearing up the bed. A cycle made of thunder and the sweat against the sheets The poison and the honey, the win and the defeat. We’re drowning on the past, we’re choking on the lie In the space between the "damn you" and the "baby, don't you cry." [Hook - Female] Is it the heat of this hate, or the heat of your skin? Where does the screaming stop and the moaning begin? I’m clawing at your chest just to see if your real Give me something primal, something we can feel…feel…feel…
