you for all that you've done
It hasn't always been easy,
And I'm cold and exhausted,
This love must grow if it's to survive
This fatal race, this grace,
just to live in my own mind
To distinguish what is yours from what
cause I get numb and I can't feel
Tell me what is fake, what is real
Which part is yours, which part is mine
This love must grow if it's to survive
This fatal race, disgrace,
Just because my parents split
Just because I've got the blues
doesn't mean I need a pillow on
Swallow my inhibitions, all of my grief
Drown all my illusions in the sea of belief
My arm has become expansive
I see continents unfolding
in the black of your eyes
Which heart is yours, which heart is mine
This love must grow if it's to survive
This fatal race, this grace,