| Stepped outside and I walked to the edge
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| Toes pointing down looking over the past again
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| I’m frightened by my urge to descend
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| Opened up my chest many times before
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| To the knife of love to the best unborn
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| I swore out to the night
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| And felt myself begin to lean in
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| Spinning out around around
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| Descending on a forming crowd
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| Of sullen eyes hiding knives
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| Spinning out around around
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| They’re looking twice and slowing down
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| I really doubt I’ll make out alive
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| Layed out next to my still beating heart
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| I’ve fallen down inside a caustic crowd
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| They slip and fall when blood it pours out
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| They suck it up but it won’t decay
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| It beats for hours it bleeds for days
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| Their sullen lives, numbing nights
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| Holding on to murmurs for dear life
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| We can fall forever
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| Filling the night sky
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| Feelings that won’t die
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| A rush of warm blood
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| We can fall forever
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| Holding hands in silent flight
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| Coping with loss and love’s lies
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| We can fall forever
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| Holding on to nice tries
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| Rushing towards the fine lines
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| Crawl in my life |