If you'd be my heart you'd be a slave -
amongst the ghosts and chains you'd roam
through haunted mansions of time
like an pirate with a thirst
you'd fall under
of some curse of an ancient kind
since souls like mine never undress.

And I'd be the booze, no I'd be the water
where the sharks do party
and all the demons prey.

You too would be a mess.

If you would be my heart
we could have beautiful confessions.