Elegy

Something ripped me open From my little death woken Fading rhythm of lifeline Is music for a dead child I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim of reality Skirting the rim Love don't pull me in Somehow everything is broken Hours past and never replayed I see the sickness of a love that Though it breathes, can never be made There are cracks where the white light burns through It seems I see everything but the truth Once more to that sacred place The dream that s*cks me under I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim of reality Skirting the rim Love don't pull me in Somehow everything is broken Hours past and never replayed I see the sickness of love that Though it breathes, can never be made Somehow everything is clearer now Hours pa*s with never a relief I see the sadness of a moment Though it lived was never seen