(Composição: Matthew Bellamy, Chris Wolstenholme, Dominic Howard) Lips are turning blue A kiss that can't renew I only dream of you My beautiful Tiptoe to your room A starlight in the gloom I only dream of you And you never knew Sing for absolution I will be singing And falling from your grace There's nowhere left to hide In no one to confide The truth burns deep inside And will never die Lips are turning blue A kiss that can't renew I only dream of you My beautiful Sing for absolution I will be singing And falling from your grace Sing for absolution I will be singing And falling from your grace Our wrongs remain unrectified And our souls won't be exhumed
