If You… - Michael Gira

If you carry the light for me

Through oceans of melting steel

The very next sound you feel

Will be the low red sky bleeding

But oh, it’s all right

I don’t care, it’s all right

I’m subtracting the air from my lungs

So someone will breathe in me

My body’s just empty skin

Floating through tunnelling space

But oh, it’s all right

I don’t care, it’s all right

If you put your wet mouth on my skin

I will black out my blue eyes

And the very next sound you feel

Will be my white body bleeding

But oh, it’s all right

I don’t care, it’s all right