Do you wanna be the animal to take me apart?*
Break my patience?*
Corrupt my sacred art?*
Do you promise to be with me if I beg and I crawl?
In my darkest mood
Through the private wars?
Will you stay,
Even when the drugs have gone?
For it won't be long
Before I stumble,
Turn into the anxious crown*
That just, just won't come down
In fire, in whispers
I would die for a million years.
I promise to be your rockstar,
But then promises don't mean anything anymore...
In the summer of twenty-five was the correcting*
Of excuses,
Of our need to win.
To ourselves we lied*
We could be the new beginning*
Digging up treasure,
Taking the time to love and to live and to sin
And you stayed*
Even when the drugs were gone.
So I sing this song to you on our island,
Of never ending poetry.
It's just just, you and me.
In fire, in whispers
I would die for a million years.
I promise to be your rockstar,
But then rockstars don't mean anything anymore...