Scratching pillows with its nail,
Looking for some blood,
Concealing her beastly face,
Your sadness hungers for a life.
And it still has a chance
cos' I never burned that picture,
The one that now lies buried
In the thick dust of happiness.
You want the things changed,
You want the roles reversed,
I doubt, but may be you do.
Well, now that this thought has occurred
I'll wipe away the dust,
I'll lie down on the nails
and embrace your sadness
So that you can sing
"A Love So Platonic Still Exists".