It's four o'clock on Friday morning
The snow is falling softly, covering the street...
Darkness has fallen around me,
once again i am caught...
I think about death,
Much more than any one person should...
Your head is spinning
as you start to die...
The vindication of the razor, the only passion...
But if passion fly's astray then, my darling, what...
What happens when you die?
Do you wander among the clouds...
Looking through the crowd
feeling the pain they don't share...
How would your suicide be
Would you televise it for all to see...
They tell me my name,
but I don't feel its mine...
So here I am picking up your
Clothes from the floor...
Sometimes.
i really wonder...
Hold on tightly,
these rickety boards won't hold...