Please love, just come home again    Just let this one pass, there will be another    And in this laughter before the pain    Every deliberate hung by my left hand    Eyelids fludder and warm water floods my nostrils    Neck deep I cry high    Together we sleep, slouched discolored porcelain    dreaming of those elucid moments    when smiles hung high    Limbs outstretched   A bad moon rising    Faucet turning    Desolation churning    Drowning in what we've become    Neck deep I cry high    I have spilled dry for you    and you cannot fathom the notion    that it was the end of something    This is our end