I'll lie down for the last time 
and fall well away from her 
And I insist that I'll be dearly missed 
(please, say never) 
I'll pour down like water 
In between the sky and doubt 
we talked about 'forever' 
and all our other useless words. 

Until I say "in his silent sound was the 
peace I found" but she hides behind 
her eyelids. I feel the breath from 
her nose on my neck as it blows by. 
the warmth passes me (like her love did) 
"But a tree once cut down 
came up new from the ground" 
she smiles a lie, "that may very well be," 
she replies "and so it goes, 
it's the devil, I suppose but it doesnt matter much to me." 

Put music to our troubles 
and we'll dance them away. 

From my left eye flow tears of joy, 
of sorrow from my right. 
"You might seem too strong to surrender, 
boy, but you're far too frail to fight." 
That old dull pain beats in my brain 
it runs down my back into every limb- 
And its more of the same 
as the warmth that I seem to lack, 
you'll neither find in him.