The Air is bleeding

You and me are laying happily
When you say the "Words" that make me say "really?"
My dear you can't seem to understand,
The air is bleeding.

Staring at our feet thinking "How could you love me?"
but for good reasons we let that question be
My dear you can't seem to understand
The air is bleeding.

And if you can't understand that, I know
Many questions acumulate, But let them line in one long row
My Dear now you seem to understand
That the air is bleeding.