We won’t make it to the bed
We won’t make it to the breakfast table
We’ll give life to every cell that’s dead
before we even reach that floor from marble.
We’ll breathe each other to the core
when you open that hotel door.
Read these lines. They already read you.
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We won’t make it to the bed
We won’t make it to the breakfast table
We’ll give life to every cell that’s dead
before we even reach that floor from marble.
We’ll breathe each other to the core
when you open that hotel door.
