Do you wanna be the animal to take me apart Break my patience, corrupt my sacred art? Do you promise to be with me if I beg and I crawl In my darkest mood, through the private wars? Will you stay... even when the d** have gone? For it won't be long before I tumble Turning into the anxious clown That just just won't come down In fire, in whispers I would die for a million years I promise to be your rock star But then promises don't mean anything anymore In the summer of 2005 was the correcting Of excuses of our need to win To ourselves we lied we could be the new beginning Digging up treasures, taking the time to love And to live and to sin and you stayed... Even when the d** were gone So I sing this song To you on our island Of never-ending poetry It's just just you and me In fire, in whispers I would die for a million years I promise to be your rock star But then rock stars don't mean anything anymore