O you sweet, little six six sixteen
I'm the savior of
I need time I knowI need time I knowbut it's
Death walks behind you
Death walks behind you
Lock the door, switch
Accept this bitter pain
Accept this bitter pain
There's too many seasons
I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that
resent a sense of feeding, demanding bleedingunhinged a savage seeks
Wish it all away; it's all the same to you
Living
wipe away the pouring rainit's too late to feel againwhat
The end untold desireNight reveals unearthly ways I feltfailing lives
into what should not be done, into what was left
you have a history of holding backa certain sweetness that
within the hour it finds mehow come with you it
And in the summer when the clouds show through
I might