we watch a starnncollapse right on the back of nntumbling wavesnnyour cheek upon my facennwe speak these wordsnnafraid of nothing nnand the demon heardnnbut we're not of that culturennnnand i will be your love, oh sweetnngod bless the ones who burned my feetnnthat i should trip and fall for younnbelieve i am your lovernnnnwhen you were sixnnyour dream, i was in itnnthe one with greennnand winding paths to seasnnthey swallow wholennthe beast, the bright they stolennand from the beachnnwe lie and watch it bleednnnnand i will be your love, oh sweetnngod bless the ones who burned my feetnnthat i should trip and fall for younnbelieve i am your lover