We bathe in the blood moon in BerlinMake out in cathedrals, Montreal to MadridIn Fallingwater brush our skin across the bedThe Masaya volcano paints our faces in redNow the landscape in your eye is a desert of defeatI want to stay but I'll turn to leaveTonight we'll abandon all we shareForce a deep sleep and pretend we don't careI'd hate to put us up against yesterday...I guess what can't be close must be far awayCause the past will kill the present if I let itThe past will kill the present if I let itThe past will kill the present if I let itI dream in dripping colors of every ruin we'll never lose ourselves inIf I go on obsessing over coloring my memoriesWith a more vibrant palette than existedSingin:Those saturated rains could never flood the imprint ofOne hand on the wheel, your other on my neckMoving me through moving me through moving me throughIf ever I forget how much love there isIt's just I've become fixated on all of the love I'd missCause the future kills the present if I let itThe future kills the present if I let itThe future kills the present ifEvery head is a world, I don't want to be a destroyer ofAll things pure In my ownWhen I'm running from a day yet to bare its teethI see my only moment crumbling, crumblingIf every head is a world I don't want to be a destroyerOf all things pure in my ownWhen I'm crawling towards a night that I'm convinced wasGolden and glowing, glowing(even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)It takes a conscious effort to hollow out this headMy brain is a constant rain on its own shelterBut there's a parade in that dreadThere's a symphony swaying in the downpourAnd it plays me to sleep eventually each night into my morningAnd I can't go on ignoring the tender heart in my chestAnd the splendor in its beatingOh, the pain in possessing such a tendernessBut what else is worth possessing?When even in the tremorI feel a stillness growing