Come back from the dead 
Sharpen your teeth and get in my bed 
Make love with confusion, then you can feed off what’s left 
Get under my skin 
Dive from your steeple and try to get in 
You’re through like a needle, your teeth break the ice like a sin 
Come into my view 
Tear up the picture I painted of you 
Perfectly, imperfect is the image that is now torn in two 
Current with the lines that cross my teeth 
You still get my faith and sympathy 
Fall into my eyes 
Soak in the lashes you take on your sides 
You are a swan that makes sure I stay in a dive 
I’m wrapped in the truth 
I’ll follow suit 
A fool made for you