what is boring is my soul i’ve never use to harm
and what is cruel is your skin perspiring so unkind
i’ve never used to be a boy and i’ve never been shy
i’ve never used to kiss like we did last night

but no, it’s no good,
i’m almost sure, it can’t be good
love is to share
and it's a lie i love to keep on my head
cause if god is really fair, he will forgive me
for the things we used to say and for the guilty sleep.

come,
read myself in your late eyes.