Lyrics

Verse I
You left razors in the hollow where my heart should be,
and I tend the bleeding like an altar lit for one.
Your perfume curls like incense, honeyed and of iron,
a sacrament I swallow, and it settles round your name.
They say you sing like angels — soft, celestial, divine —
but I learned the language of your song: the pull, the undertow, the line.

Chorus (Hook)
Your smile is ecstasy, your kiss my disease,
I’m begging at your altar, falling to my knees.
Your voice wears heaven’s robes but hides a siren’s crown—
I follow though I drown; I can’t turn around.

Verse II
Your eyes are closed constellations, mapping me to ruin,
each look a flirt and a verdict, each blink a quiet dare.
You lean near like a promise, lips rehearsing my name,
and when you laugh the dark rearranges into home.
I cling like tide on stone, I crave the sweet of your harm—
charmed by the curve of your smile, besotted by your calm.

Chorus (Hook)
Your smile is ecstasy, your kiss my disease,
I’m begging at your altar, falling to my knees.
Your voice wears heaven’s robes but hides a siren’s crown—
I follow though I drown; I can’t turn around.

Bridge (Odyssey & Flirtation)
Call me foolish, call me faithful — I will answer with a grin;
I trade my compass for the warmth of your whispered sin.
“Some say you’re an angel,” I whisper back, close to your ear —
I know the truth: you’re a siren, and I find that truth sincere.
So tempt me with your laughter, wound me with your touch,
and I will wear your cruelty like perfume, and love you ever such.

Verse III (Romantic Tragedy)
Through shipwrecks and soft raiments, I follow where you steer,
every scar a chapter, every bruise a souvenir.
Lay your hand upon my chest and feel how wildly I confess —
the cracks you made are windows, and through them I address:
I am forged of what you gave me; your leaving taught me how to be—
so take me, break me, name me yours: I bow to that decree.

Final Chorus (Hook x2, tender & fierce)
Your smile is ecstasy, your kiss my disease,
I’m begging at your altar, falling to my knees.
Your voice wears heaven’s robes but hides a siren’s crown—
I follow though I drown; I can’t turn around.

Your smile is ecstasy, your kiss my disease,
I’ll worship every scar, I’ll bend upon my knees.
You call me ruined, call me lost — I answer with a vow:
I am what you made of me, beloved, take me now.

Outro (Whispered, intimate)
Lean close — tell me again you’ve never loved like this,
and I’ll believe you, gladly, because I choose the bliss.
Call me by the scars you gave; I will answer, soft and true:
I am broken by your hands, and utterly in love with you.