Alohaha - Nausea lyrics

Our voices joined in a high note, now over Breathless we fall Caught in the hanging cords, now silent Grabbed my hand in the nausea I made a bed out of irony Lie with me And my broken bones Deliberating Cheek to cheek In the final blow I'll lay you down in the quiverying gra** Your leg so frail that you craw after your convictions My skin beings to pale, in the dark I grab your hand, in the nausea I made a bed out of irony Lie with me And my broken bones Deliberating Cheek to cheek In the final blow