Chamomile-colored Sun pours in Through the windowpane You and I, a loaded gun We watch the day evaporate The way that I love you is buried in blood Afternoon softens and the air smells like snow Names and faces turn to sand And we must forget all that we know The way that I love you is deeper than flood Fall asleep, steal away Lay your head down next to mine Dream and keep my heart so safe Deep within your glowing frame, for The way that I love you is thicker than blood