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We fled to the river on our funeral day, naked in our self-defeat Uprooted all the flowers, we burned the clothes we couldn’t take We threw our bodies to the rocks below and prayed to God But God looked the other way There’s a pill at the bottom that we swallow every day And our love is an orphanage where the children have no names As I pulled you out from the water, reborn in the mud I died in the bloom of nothing sacred I opened my arms and painted you and me as crooked shapes The final touch; I ate my heart out ’til my stomach ached Perched on the tip of your tongue yet still I want the taste when you say “Oh, inevitable doom!” Such beautiful gloom My infinite you Our infinite blue Aus Songtexte Mania