Ancient names give in to newborns
Try to be someone new
Yesterday is dreaming of the north
Tomorrow promised death for you
Oh my dear
Dead dog dyin'
Crush my head to powder
And leave me by the door
Mistakes are the antlers
You wear to the morgue
Know in time a civilized amendment for your mind
I am trying to live, but I don't have the time, Emily
Nothing left to take from me
I am a mess
The stars are wind
From a stillness in my body torn apart
Oh my dear
Dead dog dyin'
The grass is always green in the sanctuary mind
And I'm not shy, the hair you left behind
Once blew in the sky when we were friends
I still have something, we used to be friends