Testo Dancing With A Tragedy

We can meet on the shores
in our dreams
and dance tonight
We can feel the cold embrace
of sorrow
pulling at our souls.

Will you take my hand, and guide me through this shallow world?
Pull the razors from my heart
and pray that I don't get burned!

With every breath I breathe
You choke me up inside
Holding on to every moment
We've burned ourselves alive!

Will you take my hand,
and guide me through this shallow world?
Pull the razors from my heart
and pray that I don't get burned!