Sea of Sound - Pale Saints

your body’s cold

you’re on the bed

i’m the only one

who knows you’re there

i’m reeling in that silver line

the cord that brings you back in time

reality obscures my view

the pain of wanting to

when am i going to be a part of you?

your eyes are closed

they’re in your hair

but i’ll make it

just say you care

when every one has had their fill

you’re holding on although you’re ill

i watch the ripples in the storm

until i have the brew

and then i throw them evening (?)

over you

how can you want to stay like this?