[WENDLA]
Just too unreal, all this
Watching the words fall from my lips

[MELCHIOR]
Baiting some girl with hypotheses

[BOTH]
Haven’t you heard the word of your body?

[MELCHIOR]
Don’t feel a thing, you wish

[WENDLA]
Grasping at pearls with my fingertips

[MELCHIOR]
Holding her hand like some little tease

[BOTH]
Haven’t you heard the word of my wanting?

Oh, I’m gonna be wounded
Oh, I’m gonna be your wound
Oh, I’m gonna bruise you
Oh, you’re gonna be my bruise

Just too unreal, all this

[WENDLA]
Watching his world slip through my fist

[MELCHIOR]
Playing with her in your fantasies

[BOTH]
Haven’t you heard a word how I want you?

Oh, I’m gonna be wounded
Oh, I’m gonna be your wound
Oh, I’m gonna bruise you
Oh, you’re gonna be my bruise

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