From the recording Ridiculous Creatures
A mile awayA faultless breath she takes in her chestThe fuel wounding thornsLove is the fire so sighs the smokeThe ashes, shame and scornsA sun against whose melting beamsThe winter cannot standA game at which one always cheatsThrough seven deadly sins All my loveAll my hateI should've seen it coming yeaA mile awayIs love a sicknesses full of woesAll remedies refusingA plant that with most cutting growsMost barren with best usingReason he parries with fear an answerFuture interest met with present pleasure Oh yeah the only disease thatMakes you feel betterAll my loveAll my hateI shoulda seen this coming yeahA mile away Love is a fever to test your strengthoften to perdition A debt which inclination pays never obligation A golden bubble full of dreamsThat waking breaks and fills youwith extremes Like a razor thatLeaves your soul to bleedAll my love All my hate I should've seen it coming yeahA mile away
