Lyrics by Benjamin Hiorns:

I built myself a fortress in your velvet folds,
Will my heart collapse if its full of holes?
They say its in the drugs,
But if it makes you happy,
Well give in a cardboard box if needs be.

She keeps a jewel box of tears in the pocket near her heart,
Born on mornings breath in the sadness of the dark.

Two Cripples dancing by the moonlight,
Celebrate your skin in a dirty fight,
A world without tears where no-one smiles,
Frozen in concrete,
You drift for miles.

She Keeps a jewel box of tears in the pocket near her heart,
Born on mornings breath in the sadness of the dark

And when the money stops you walk away,
Dont forget the lives you stained,
The money stops and you walk away,
Plain is your latest point-of view,
With honey spots,
Even the dirt wont disguise your smile,
While all those around you fade,
Walking on ice in an open fire,
With all these people paid to kiss your feet,
To paint your last heart black.