| How I'd love to experience a heartquake | |
| But oh so afraid it will end up with a heartache | |
| These untimely little deaths | |
| Would leave me out of breath | |
| Life would flash before my eyes | |
| You might become a liability | |
| And I a reliability | |
| Still I'd know how it feels | |
| The absence | |
| Is highly present | |
| It smothers me | |
| Absorbs me like a black hole | |
| The absence of longing | |
| Fills up time and space | |
| Tons and tons of emptiness | |
| Weigh upon me | |
| You're a bumpkin groping and falling | |
| But you're my pumpkin prescious adoring | |
| Wish for you to say it | |
| First Better to have failed in true love | |
| Than never knowing what you long for | |
| Better to feel pain | |
| Than to feel nothing |