drift into the stars of a night sky with horns   with tears in your eyes you fall like the sun   was there ever a smile at the good times?   bleeding across this lonely, infinite wire   life holds you down when all you know   is the silence of your voice on a dead payphone   when all you ask is for a hand to hold   before you fold   as you begin to fade   with tears and razorblades   a hand like mine   reaches for yours