The darkness and the ghost. They dance so sweet and slow. Dug-out from below there. to damn the gods. . A grip that will hold. So tight and close. Around my throat with.
These bare bones are made of glass. See-through to the marrow when they pass. Seek through the keyhole, a fate is cast. Deep in the mirror smiling back.
They say every sin will have a thousand eyes. To guilty fools with guilty minds. But I most be cruel to be kind. Deep within a my head of stone. could I be - of stone - could I be - of stone - could I be.
Heaven hid her face as we fell down. Age old habits echoed in the ground. One old sing and one would hold me down. They might listen if I make no sound.
It's Happening Again. I swear it is true. The past isn't dead. It's alive, it is happening. In the back of my head. . No future, no past. No laws of time.
Rend a black drop from my heart. With the weight of days. The end of time has just begun. I hear it call your name. . And no straining of the string. Can reverse what will begin.
Can you walk on the water with I, you and I?. "Because your blood's running cold" said the familiar, true to life. Can you walk on the water with I, you and I?.