Cinema Stare

Tangling up at the foot of your bed
 Wonder who's next both went ahead
 She swears the passion is past me
 She will outlast me
 The try to look bored
 Well fall on the length of the sword
 She's falling faster I cannot ask her
 So to bed all can decree
 Holding your breath, afraid to breathe
 This is the last time
 Cinema stare and their hands
 Tangle up in the cinnamon hair
 And the freeze I cannot let go
 They can't afford but it picks up
 His clothes from the floor
 And he leaves and this will let her know
 Find a way so they can believe
 Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve
 But you will not break mine
 There's no darkness in the dark for them
 There were chances for the ball to end
 So to bed all can decree
 Holding your breath, afraid to breathe
 This is the last time
 Fall to waste they can believe
 Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve
 But you will not break mine