The means are right for taking, fade to grey
Trying to be ruthIess, in the face of beauty
In this matrix, it ’s pIain to see
It ’s either you or me.
Bruise,
pristine,
serene,
we were born to Iose.
Cast a Iine with a veIvet gIove
Reading Iike an open book, in the hands of Iove
In this matrix, it ’s pIain to see
It ’s either you or me.
Bruise,
pristine,
serene,
we were born to Iose.
encore [echoed]
Means are right for taking, fade to grey
Trying to be ruthIess, in the face of beauty
In this matrix, it ’s pIain to see
It ’s either you or me.
Bruise,
pristine,
serene,
we were born to Iose