It leaves me with a half-hearted, soft...
The echoes already starts to decay...

The 11:52 train is leaving platform four.
We, the hardworking lower middleclass, huddle...

A cold dead body on the ground;
lifeless meat against wet concrete...

You were crafted by a dream.
The dream of a young boy coming to terms...

On top, down low.
I'm stuck, you know...

Your light hit me as if you weren't there.
I could feel a lingering of your words...

I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...

Muddy shoes along a woody track;
A scent of rain as the sunlight dampens the day...

There was a chill in the room when I came to...
I had answered my own question...

A bleeding curse prey on my existence.
It follows and devours in its own twisted fashion...

Damned be the journey that led me to you.
A curse upon the lust that sent cravings to my...

It plays me like an easy tune.
It breaks me down in structures of chords...