The Art of Detaching One's Heart

Words roaming inside my chest
'Cause my fucked up head
It belongs to you

Lost in space, we flew astray
I'll find my way
To get to you

I thought we were happy
I fell out of love
It's not like before

Hearts may change, but memories won't
You know I don't
I don't want to go

I thought we were happy
I fell out of love
It's not like before
May we meet once more

Was I dreaming of
The design of love
If we keep this up
Will we self-destruct?
Was I dreaming of
The design of love
If we keep this up
Will we self-destruct?

Was I dreaming of
The design of love
If we keep this up
Will we self-destruct?