The soul-mates
They last the distance
They make promises
They feel like misfits
The soul-mates
They need each other
They're faithful warriors
They want for nothing
The graffiti
You left on me
Means every part
Is still bleeding
No souvenirs
No symphonies
No dead feelings
The soul-mates...
The soul-mates
They take their place
They slip away
They remain safe
Oh, the graffiti
You left on me
Means every part
Is still bleeding
Oh, no souvenirs
No symphonies
No dead feelings
The soulmates
Oh, the soulmates
The soulmates...