[00:00.00] If I could only posses a bit of your warmth[00:32.97]But I never will[00:37.23]If you could only accept me as your last way out[00:45.42]But you never will[00:59.70]This house is desolate and sick; so sad and cold[01:07.35]It is mine[01:11.28]I fall apart every time I think of yours[01:19.50]Such inviting walls[01:24.12]The eyes are bleeding[01:30.00]The core is burning up[01:45.24]Bursting into tears[01:50.97]Alone on the floor[02:10.32]Accustomed to emptiness[02:15.54]As the beauty to sadness[02:21.45]And her world is getting dark; too dark[02:32.31]This endless meaninglessness[02:38.43]Is enfolding our thoughts less[02:43.98]Than the pretence of happiness[02:55.35]And her world is getting frail[03:03.18](Like) A falling glass in slow-motion[03:24.27]Broken[03:25.62]Shattering skies[03:31.53]Have exposed our deepest and worst lies[03:42.54]And now the constructor is lost in error