Sour the boiling honey
as the milk turns to crystal
sour the boiling honey
as the milk turns to crystal
in your kiss i feel the thistle
in your kiss i feel the thistle
turn the card of d**h and d**h is change
sunlight paints while the moon frames
Another body, hangs in the gallows
love s**ed marrow so frail, so hollow
suspense wrinkles my powdered white skin
your figure growing thinner,
your figure,
so thin
figure growing thinner,
figure,
so thin
d**h's feather, tickle my soul
vinegar and oil in a self same bowl
your milk warm and fed
your milk warm and fed
your arm, your arm
your arm's been bled
hugging your last nerves
writing your last words
hanging on each line
down for the last time
in your dark is where I lie
?where the actions end?
just like the morning sun
your silence burns my skin
just to hear you speak girl
just to see your face
It pains me so to know girl
I'm falling from your grace
Looking for a sunset
something to rely on
Looking for a shoulder
something to cry on
crying in water
how large the tear drops
looking for the moment when the fear stops