From Your Lips

Well my sun is burning

In just like a little far away

Standing closer from me

You never turn me away

Butter flies are up your fingers

Sugarcubes are in your mouth

Honey trees are made of sweetness

You told we're going deep inside

The road the dust and you

Make me cry and smile

There's something else that can do

There's something else that I should try

Well you know it turned up grey

Thats the colour of my fate

You know I've tried that sweetest

Taste the seettest edge of death

You know I turned so easy

But You never got me around so

Better stay away from me