Flies in the sky
A tear rains down and it drips through my skull
And I wait at your door
To turn the page of my soul
All the things I regret
All these stains in my bed
I can't see where I lay dead
I wait above
I sing a song
I wait alone
And I hold you too
Clo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-se
To be alive
Not just the carcass
But the spark
And the catalyst
I see you creeping slowly
I feel it deep and only
And all these wasted epiphanies
I know it will pass
But, it's...it's heavy
All the things I regret
All these stains in my bed
I can't see where I lay dead
I wait above
I sing a song
I wait alone
And I hold you too
Clo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-se
The earth shatters beneath my feet
And I am swallowed by the blood of my teeth
And I relish in these wasted epiphanies
And when you said that
You'd treat me well
Did you mean it
Or was I just practice
And as soon as I have
All the sins in my bag
And as soon as I have
All the sins in my bag
I wait above
I sing a song
I wait alone
And I hold you too close