[00:19.118]There are no streets for my heart
[00:22.045]Nor voices can make my naked body shiver
[00:27.361]But I need a slave who will stab me and
[00:30.014]A faithful dog that will devour my body
[00:34.805]Love me while I confided you my intentions
[00:38.278]‘Cause you know I will fail
[00:43.066]Love my childish purity
[00:46.520]‘Cause you know I’d lick every sin of your flesh
[00:52.096]The limit of love is that
[00:55.017]Of needing always an accomplice
[01:00.613]The limit of love is that
[01:03.536]Of needing always an accomplice
[01:08.599]The limit of love is that
[01:11.789]Of needing always an accomplice
[01:17.119]The limit of love is that
[01:20.296]Of needing always an accomplice
[01:42.355]I’ve lil’ in my pocket
[01:45.268]Just some sand and some stupid truth
[01:50.860]But enough to redeem your lack of style
[01:53.795]And your vague sense of duty
[01:58.587]My certainty falls
[02:01.768]While your saliva tastes like my sex
[02:07.083]My tongue furrows your seals
[02:10.274]While the night whispers our end
[02:15.837]The limit of love is that
[02:18.765]Of needing always an accomplice
[02:23.838]The limit of love is that
[02:27.025]Of needing always an accomplice
[02:32.082]The limit of love is that
[02:35.267]Of needing always an accomplice
[02:40.586]The limit of love is that
[02:43.763]Of needing always an accomplice
[02:49.071]The limit of love is that
[02:52.270]Of needing, of needing
[02:57.333]The limit of love is that
[03:00.514]Of needing, of needing
[03:05.824]The limit of love is that
[03:08.750]Of needing, of needing
[03:14.062]The limit of love is that
[03:17.250]Of needing, of needing

There are no streets for my heart
Nor voices can make my naked body shiver
But I need a slave who will stab me and
A faithful dog that will devour my body
Love me while I confided you my intentions
‘Cause you know I will fail
Love my childish purity
‘Cause you know I’d lick every sin of your flesh
The limit of love is that
Of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that
Of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that
Of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that
Of needing always an accomplice
I’ve lil’ in my pocket
Just some sand and some stupid truth
But enough to redeem your lack of style
And your vague sense of duty
My certainty falls
While your saliva tastes like my sex
My tongue furrows your seals
While the night whispers our end
The limit of love is that
Of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that
Of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that
Of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that
Of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that
Of needing, of needing
The limit of love is that
Of needing, of needing
The limit of love is that
Of needing, of needing
The limit of love is that
Of needing, of needing