In this frame of obsession
In this frame
In this frame

I can feel your heart beating
I can sense your doubt
These lips that sing in secret
The private songs you’re lost without

In this frame of obsession
In this frame
In this frame

I can feel your passion's impulse
I can feel your pure desire
Please mature your heart in earnest
Don’t let your glittering hatred light a fire
Don’t see nostalgia as an illness
A figure from tomorrow’s dream
There’s so much more to this wild and ugly storm
So much more across this unforgiving sea

In this frame of obsession
In this frame
In this frame