Love is a mental suicide So why such tenderness Sometimes you come Like a broken king Sometimes you come Like a lonely dusk With pearls in your eyes And scars in your hands With dust in your throat And stars in your mouth With soft whispers And promises With stories And miracles And every time you come Like a broken king Every time you come Like a lonely dusk I just want to walk in your hair I just want to crawl in your arms I just want to steal you the stars I just want to leave you behind So many times I told you So many times. Suicide Tenderness Why?