My free feet bound for anywhere, stop some steps along at the realization,
That I am coasting like a fish swimming through clammy air, laughably dead.

Only by pretending that I remembered not a single thing I lost, had I moved.
I drive my nails into my cold, formless guts; they return no solution.

Come here to me, run to me, quickly.
I want to lay my hand on yours and twine our fingers together.
My heartbeat pounds. By your one touch, even away from you, I’ve survived.

Please, whisper more of those sweet lies that bind our hearts together,
so sadly. I can’t hear your voice.

‘Have you been a good, good girl while I was out?
My young passion sways. Oh you sweet, sweet thing, it sways for you.’

Please, whisper more of those sweet lies that bind our hearts together,
so sadly. I can’t hear your voice.
Please, invite more of those sweet wounds that tie me to life,
so sadly. I want to stay here.