The Present

She seems a little lost, with nazi golden locks

She is drawn to my dirt, whenever I'm hurt

And need to be cured

This city never stops

We never do what we should

But when her laugh stops

We never do what we should

When our stops, that's what I really love

All I wanted was to give you something

That I thought you needed

We'll get through the night and survive for a while

She cuts through my frost

With nazi golden locks

I am drawn to the girl who seems to be hurt

But wants to be loved

Our heads never stop

We never do what we should

But when her laugh stops

Guess what I really love

To start again from the top

All I wanted was to give you something

That I thought you needed

We'll get through the night and survive for a while