The rope that's wrapped around me
Is cutting through my skin
And
Someone's shouting at me
You're all going to hell
Must not be
How could I stay?
How could I breathe?
There had to be
And so you meet me down at the bar
7th and
We were all wounded in some domestic war
I found you
You say
You say you don't feel like yourself
Does that mean
There were stairs, they were steep
I was falling, falling deep
You
What's this little lie
They keep on tellin' me
It's just another
No one conceals me like
No one reveals me like my
Showers of your crimson blood
Seep into a nation, calling up
After your laughter like thunder
After your skin like coffee and
So you closed your eyes in the mornin'
You said you
In a room full of silver shadows
A customary kiss goodnight
And
I hear your questions
I see your face
Your life