sting me or maybe heal me, sweet talk me
and time, it takes you away
takes me away
please can you stay?


and maybe i'm just
just
not feeling
not hearing
not understanding
that you love me
you l-o-v-e  me.



i thought i'd build you a house
a small place in my head
like a graveyard for you dear,
like a graveyard to keep your thoughts in tact.

and in that place i'll be real
and real real angels would sing
and i could heal
heal heal heal you from the broken pieces
and the gore.

standing on my head
l-o-v-e me
i don't understand
-h-e-a-l you
i can't feel that
not in my head

if i'll eat my heart...
do you think it's made of gold?
or maybe it's black like
the blood blood blood that pours
that slids slids from your head.




(ניסיון ראשון)