Lletres: Black Lungs. For Her.

When I start thinking this is only a lust.
I must confess I'd be better on my own.
Then I start thinking this is really love.
And I confess I can't do this alone.
Don't look straight ahead look to the side.
Just keep me in the corner of your eye, until its time to go again.
I keep this with me.
It's so bittersweet night after night.
Don't take this the wrong way darling.
You mean the world to me.
I just never want that and we can keep singing,
"Wedding cake and toothache equals love and pain".
I keep this with me.
It's so bittersweet night after night