cold hands, cold heart.

I love the Arctic Monkeys because you have beautiful lyricism like this

The Dust fell from the sky like glitter, coating my skin until I could not see from the brightness. And then I knew I knew I knew I knew I would be losing you.  We didn’t have enough time together, I would say later. It wasn’t written in the stars. Our worlds, though touching, could never collide. Oxford was calling me home, but you were calling my name like you could live inside the taste of it. I could rage over the body of our dying God. I could scribble over the books of uncaring physics. I could try to ignore the way my particles ached for the touch of yours, and focus on the oxygen we had shared, and lived in my blood still. Instead, I sit here. Alone. But not alone. I feel your shadow falling across the universe. I feel both of my souls, beside me. I feel the sun on my skin and think We saved the human race, once.