It feels like you're on the other side of the planet,
But you're on the other side of the room
You do it so I know I have to struggle to reach you,
And you watch me as I burn in the gloom
You sit there like a hero on your makeshift throne,
In the mess that you so carefully arranged
You stick me like a matador to make your power known
So my helplessness is perfectly staged
Pain is the dark sublime, the victory of lover's crime
You give all yourself away; you give yourself a reason to stay
You walk with your hands in you pockets,
I want to trip you so you fall into place
You breathe just to know that you're living,
I want to strip you so I see your true face
And every time you push away and cut the connection,
I have to put you in a file with no name
And every time I let you go and kill the infection,
You find a way to pull me back in the frame.
Pain is the dark sublime, the victory of lover's crime
You give all yourself away; you give yourself a reason to stay (x2)