But I crave your moments always You got kissed enough in our ways Built to space, here Browned out Let it slip... seem to lack...? ...across my eyes Giving names to things I'm tired of Driven by the fear of knowing no great shapes, dear Brought out Let it slip, in heat, call out my name And I'll be hated far and wide You faded Like I teach you to burst Brought out But I crave your moments always When I die with both my hands full I'll make shapes, dear Browned Out Let it slip, in heat, call out my name And I'll be hated far and wide You faded Like I teach you to curse Brought out When you crave the moments, I'm hated far and wide