Cinema Stare - Knapsack

Tangling up at the foot of your bed

Wonder who’s next both went ahead

She swears the passion is past me

She will outlast me

The try to look bored

Well fall on the length of the sword

She’s falling faster I cannot ask her

So to bed all can decree

Holding your breath, afraid to breathe

This is the last time

Cinema stare and their hands

Tangle up in the cinnamon hair

And the freeze I cannot let go

They can’t afford but it picks up

His clothes from the floor

And he leaves and this will let her know

Find a way so they can believe

Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve

But you will not break mine

There’s no darkness in the dark for them

There were chances for the ball to end

So to bed all can decree

Holding your breath, afraid to breathe

This is the last time

Fall to waste they can believe

Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve

But you will not break mine