My hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are
And though my head my hands my heart are forming
They still feel worlds apart
Berenice
Beneath it all you´re golden
And that´s all I´m feeding on
And though my head my hands are growing colder
We move circles now
Berenice there´s no release at all
That´s not worth dying for
Berenice
My hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are
Berenice there´s no release at all
That´s not worth dying for
And it´s not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart
Berenice there´s no release at all
It´s worthless crying for
And though my --
´cause we all fall down




















