Vague

I’d rather this will stay vague
It seems like we’re not prepared babe
Thinking out loud
I hope you’re not there
I’d rather this will stay vague
Your head’s falling down
Your face is so pail
The further it gets
We’re falling down dead
I’d rather this will stay vague
You better run for your life
And cut me loose
Holding these ropes
Won’t make you feel any good
Bloody red roses are covering your eyes
I’m digging a grave and jumping down to the ground
I’d rather this will stay vague
This bitter sweet joy
It feels great
Open your eyes
I hope I’m still there
I’d rather this will stay
Vague
You better run for your life
And cut me loose
Holding these ropes
Won’t make you feel any good
Bloody red roses are covering your eyes
I’m digging a grave and jumping down to the ground
I’d rather this will stay vague
It seems like we’re not prepared babe
Thinking out loud
I know you’re still there
I’d rather this will stay
Vague