Keep You - Duumu, Sundial

Your lips are stained with fiction

You always have your reasons

And I spoil you rotten (spoil you rotten)

Your hands are sealed in pockets

You fill them with your secrets

To you, I am nothing

I am…

Your kiss, sweet like poison

You know you make me reckless

I’ll run but you are friction

Your touch feels like heaven

You make me hate all my sins

You are my religion

My religion

I have a million reasons to leave you

But I have a billion reasons to keep you

I have a million reasons to leave you

But I have a billion reasons to keep you