It's not a silly little moment
It's not the storm before the calm
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on.
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms
Nobody's gonna come save you.
We've pulled too many false alarms.
We're going down
And you can see it through
We're going down
And you know that we're through
My dear,
We're slow dancing in a burning room.
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