When everything seemed to be real you gave me a gift And everything got broken And with a sting my wish is clear And I can see that everything is over
Don't speak to me now, I'm trying to fix in my mind what we've been building tonight doing things that people use to call dirty and filthy it's strange
Down into the black right to the bottom there's a hole through which you can see clearer through which you can see all ask to the black a tale from the
Let me taste and fall inside your brain Send me that letter and I'll be closer to what you mean When you say "things will be better" Something to gather
