There is a way that water flows,
that shows me what to do...

Words that sputter into life from my open lips,
fall to the floor, dead from your kiss...

My heart remembers you,
even thou i know you now...

Who cried and cried, that was all he did
into the world he traveled all alone...

Do you know what it feels like not to breath?
to wear your fragile heart upon your dirty sleeve...