Falling flat, falling on my face. Up yours you fucking basket case. Come on, come on, take a shot. Kick me, kicking you, kick the lot. . Talk to you with a frightening blade.
As I draw up my breath. And silver fills my eyes. I kiss her still. For she will never rise. . On my weak body. Lays her dying hand. Through those meadows of Heaven.
What do you see. What do you see when eyes are closed. What do you feel. What do you feel when she's below. . Who do you want. Who do you want her to be.