I know you know, it felt just like a jokeI show you don't, and now we're talkingI know you ghost, I see her through the smokeShe'll play her show, and you'll be watchingAnd if history's clear, someone always ends up in ruinsAnd what seemed like fate becomes what the hell was I doing?Babylon lovers hanging, lifetimes on a vineDo you miss mine?Do you miss us?I felt it, you held itDo you miss us?I wonder if you regret the secret of usI know you know, it felt like something oldIt felt like something holy, like souls bleedingSo, it felt like what I've knownIt felt like something holy, like souls bleedingYou're 29 years oldSo, how can you be cold when I open my hole?And if history's clear, the flames always end up in ashesAnd what seemed like fate, give it 10 months and you'll be past itBabylon lovers hanging, missed calls on the lineI gave you mineDid you mind?HushHushHushI felt it, you held itDo you miss?HushHushHushWonder if you regret the secret of usHushHushHushHushThe lie you were talkingFalse prophets and prophetsThey making the marginsThey making the marginsA poetry sonnetsYou never read up on itShame, couldn't learn somethingRobber, ply on my nightstandGifts from youHow ironic the curse on a miracleHer song, an oracleYou're incomparableIt was chemicalYou hushed meHushHushHushHushHushHushI felt it, you held itDo you miss?HushHushHushI wonder if you regret the secret of thisHushHushHushHushroamHushFor strangers the way it burns, burnsThe pain of the rain, of the flame, ofBurns, burnsThe outline will sometimes do your bestBurns, burnsThe best kind will sometimes do your best