evermore | Midnights

"I made you my temple, my mural, my sky."

"I made you my world."

"Pages turn and stick to each other."

"'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned."

"She would've made such a lovely bride what a shame she's fucked in the head."

"I wouldn't marry me either."

"Dust collected on my pinned up hair."

"Your finger on my hair pin triggered."