| All I’d ever kept in mind
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| Somehow I’d forgotten
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| I’d do well to shut my mouth
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| If only for a while
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| I believe it’s been my faults
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| That separate
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| I would rather slit my throat
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| Better than to let you go
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| I could never lift your load
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| Full-time with a winged arm
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| I could never feel that whole
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| Fall harder, fall harder
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| I can barely hold my step
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| From the weight I’m towing
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| I would never keep you there
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| Only I would come undone
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| I don’t want to lose someone to a lapse of mind
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| Trapped in comatose
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| I don’t want to need someone if I can’t turn back
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| Stuck for what it’s worth
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| I could never lift your load
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| Full-time with a winged arm
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| I could never feel that whole
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| Fall harder, fall harder
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| I’d be living with your ghost
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| Stuck in a photograph
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| I could never fill that hole
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| Fall harder, fall harder
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| Sewn you into memory lines
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| A thought that won’t unfurl
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| Only one, only one decides
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| The rest are blurring lines
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| Thoughts begin to complicate
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| To blur a static line
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| Only one, only one design
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| A fixture not a false
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| I could never lift your load
|
| Full-time with a winged arm
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| I could never feel that whole
|
| Fall harder, fall harder
|
| I could never lift your load
|
| Full-time with a winged arm
|
| I could never feel that whole
|
| Fall harder, fall harder
|
| I’d be living with your ghost
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| Stuck in a photograph
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| I could never fill that hole
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| Fall harder, fall harder |