Paroles: Mist. We Should Have Been Stars. The Poison That I Swallow.

The Poison That I Swallow
Won't work until tomorrow
I want you I want you
I want you to know
That the poison that I swallow
And the heartbeat that I follow
Aren't meant to end up solo
And dance the ego go-go
The poison that I swallow
Won't work until tomorrow
Though calmness is on furlough
All open-ends are closed
There is no show like our show
There is no soap like our soap
There is no soul like your soul
There is no soul like my soul
There's no such a soul like a common soul