Trophies for Paradox - Braids

He came in

Like a winner

Strong and slim

Trophies in his grin

I can see him taking wind

Of what it would be like to lie with me

To lie with me

Can you take me?

He came in

Like a sinner

Small and grim

Trophies to the wind

He can see me wondering

Of what it has been like to lie to me

(This winter)

To not come home to me

(This winter)

To grow cold towards me

(This winter)

To feel annoyed of me

(This winter)

Can you take me higher?

There is nothing finer

Feel my desire

Our love is my fire

Can you take me higher?

There was nothing finer

In me there’s desire

Our love was my fire