To read us all their favourite stories till we'd kiss and we'd laugh.
And we'd write to the Devil, tell him he's a bad influence
'Cause it's not worth playing God when you're the story in the making.
Til I tripped and found your body at the bottom of the stairs
I took you to the hospital where you didn't seem to care
You just smiled and asked the time
Because its the story in the making.
I'd have had something to say if I had only been prepared
And the girl just left me shaking in the corners of my room
While your face is changing colour, it's the story in the making.
And there's always something crawling between my feet and in my head
I take a long walk to the hospital but I couldn't stand the smell
'Cause you're always changing colour, the decrease in your Hell.
There's an honest love to find somewhere.
If we don't stop now we'll be dead by summer.
Ooh... We're tiny little creatures in a canister
Ooh... You tell me there's a reason why our love's collapsed
It's just a feeling, but I'm linked to that