All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you
My bones ache, my skin feels cold
And I'm getting so tired and so old
And I won't feel these slices and cuts
'Cause I need you to look into mine
Get up, get out, get away from these liars
'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
Every minute from this minute now
We can do what we like anywhere
I want so much to open your eyes
'Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you
- what a joy to witness a needle turn into a flash of lightning between the two
- Sinister Shyamu excelled in his sugar laced venomous bedroom tirade at Anjali and Khushi