I've dug for words to describe your memory

Under lousy weather I found a cave of paintings

Set fire to a sticky cedar

Set fire to a wicked heart

Under lost translations

The love that made in the dark

We're overflowing

Overflowing

We're overflowing

Overflowing

I watched you swing your arms

Under that crackling crow

As you kept no rhythm

With the beat of your crooked heart

So far to stick or surrender

So far to define love

Under lost translations

You left that man in thе dark

We're overflowing

Ovеrflowing

We're overflowing

Overflowing

Took four words to describe your memory

On the lousy weather

I found the cave of the paintings

Set fire to a stickd cedar

Set fire to a wicked heart

On the lost translations

You left that man in the dark

We're overflowing

Overflowing

We're overflowing, overflowing

We're overflowing, overflowing

We're overflowing, overflowing