Invisible Ink - Iron Chic

I think I know what’s real

Sometimes I have my doubts

If I were sure, well then

What would I dream about?

There’s a poetry

In the lies that spill from our mouths

But the truth that we hold inside

Is gonna start slipping out

We heard that life

Had something in store

But it’s coming up short

And we’re begging for more

Death’s sweet kiss

Was a bullet that missed us

We’re not giving up

Just thinking wishful

Spend the night

Face down on the floor

Gasping for air

Until we can’t anymore

Death’s sweet bliss

Is just a whisper

Just a whisper

I might just disappear

I’m so close to freaking out

There’s a hole in me

And I’m just finding out

We heard that life

Had something in store

But it’s coming up short

And we’re begging for more

Death’s sweet kiss

Was a bullet that missed us

We’re not giving up

Just thinking wishful

Spend the night

Face down on the floor

Gasping for air

Until we can’t anymore

Death’s sweet bliss

Is just a whisper

Just a whisper

We heard that life

Had something in store

But it’s coming up short

And we’re begging for more

Death’s sweet kiss

Was a bullet that missed us

We’re not giving up

Just thinking wishful

Spend the night

Face down on the floor

Gasping for air

Until we can’t anymore

Death’s sweet bliss

Is just a whisper

Just a whisper