I'm getting desperate. Desperate for a revolution. Some kind of spark. Some kind of connection. In these dangerous days. Come a little bit closer. I need to understand. Why we kill the things we love the most. Kill the things we love. Kill the things we love the most. But they don't burn like we do. They don't burn like we do. Even though our love is doomed. Even though we're all messed up. We're still waiting for tomorrow. We're still aching for tomorrow. Don't want to be dead to life. Don't want to be dulled to extinction. Don't want to be lost in dreams. Don't want to be sleepwalking. Maybe I should break the chain. Maybe I should break the connection. Such strange little birds. Devoured by our obsession. Can you love me for what I've become?. Love me for what I said I would not become. 'Cause they don't burn like I do. They don't burn like I do. Even though your love is cruel. Even though our stars are crossed. We're still waiting for tomorrow. We're still aching for tomorrow. Even though our love is doomed. Even though we're all messed up. You're the only thing worth fighting for. You're the only thing worth dying for. And even though our love is doomed. Even though our love is doomed. Even though our love is doomed. Even though our love is doomed. Even though our love is doomed. Even though our love is doomed. You're the only thing worth fighting for. You're the only thing worth dying for