Lyrics
Be it at your best,
it’s still our nest,
unknown a better place.
Narrow your breath,
from every guess
I’ve drawn my birthplace.
Oh, I don’t need a friend.
I won’t let it in again.
Be at my best,
I fall, obsessed in all its memory.
Dove out to our death, to be undressed,
a love, in birth and reverie.
I don’t want a friend.
I won’t let it in again.
I don’t need a friend.
I won’t let it in again.
Here, at my best,
it’s all at rest,
‘cause I found a better place.