Wax Tears

(hmmm, yeah)

My skin feels cold like heavy velvet on a wire

Melting down like beeswax in a dying fire (yeah)

Lo

siento si no te llamé

I was tangled in the

tape again, I lost my way

Now we're dripping down like beeswax on the floor

I don't think I can survive another war

(no, no, no)

Las horas pasan, everything is fading black

Confessions on a phone I know I can't take back

Now we're dripping down like beeswax on the floor

I don't think I can survive another war (ahhhh)

No hay nada más que decir

(hissing tape slowly stops)