Messing with my messages
I sent one, but you got two again


And if I sent you bags of bone and blood
Would you not refuse my love?

Oh no. It's serious.

Messing with my eyes and head
I walked through a wall for you again

And if I said one thing you understood
Then you won't refuse my love

Oh no. It's serious

Under you
Under me

Is deeper than I can be

Here in morning mirror, dress.
But I could only see you in my likeness

I'll reflect a beam that shines above
Then you won't refuse my love

Oh no. it's serious

Under you
Under me

Is deeper than I can be

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