My hands drawing rings on your back Gradients fill the sun and the city The blacker the art, the brighter the muse The pain and the mourning fuel my living fire I dwell in my delusions Sometimes I need a minute to open up to you But then, after a while, I can dance I don't wanna go I dwell in my delusions I dwell in my delusions I dwell in my nightmares I dwell in pictures of you I dwell in my delusions