The air holds us close
Stripped down to the bare bones
Shoulder blades and elbows
While everyone sleeps comatose
There's a world beyond these walls
Beyond the peripheral
But all I can see is us
Fading being trapped in the moment
Even though we might just be warm-blooded skeletons
I'd rather sleep next to you and dream in technicolour
Tangled hair and flushed faces
I come alive in your embrace
Burning through the stone cold surface
But you gave me your jacket just in case
I mean you can call it what you want
But you stuck around when the music stopped
And now all I can hear is us
And I can't get enough
Even though we might just be warm-blooded skeletons
I'd rather wake up next to you and live in technicolour
Even though we might've been under the influence
It don't matter either way we're just skeletons