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Kiss me asleep on a bed of nails Feel my pain in your dying hands Try to hold back but tears resist In the room that love exists Tie me down with ropes of your hair Sing to me the song of the throat Try to cry out but tears resist In the room that love exists When dust becomes dreams I become quiet When words become seeds I become smaller When dust becomes dreams I grow tired When words become seeds I become still Touch me just there with your tongue the knife To keep me alive you lay on my skin You've torn out your eyes but tears resist In the room that love exists From Letras Mania