"is the passion all gone or is it still newly wed?
cause all this heat's doing is making us stick to the bed
and there's no life to revive
but if the hunger's still there, buried somewhere inside,
covered up by the boredom we've been trying to hide
we can dig it up and devour...

it'll seem more like a song and less like it's math
if you pull on my hair and bite me like that"




Oh, Conor