Little by little you come back to haunt me Ever so brittle is this awful memory I feel your eyes closing behind me slamming shut as you drift away I’ll never forget that day
I go flying out through the windshield across the road on to the wilted fields I think to myself Is this all that I can be as I lie in the lee of the chestnut tree
Little by little the sidewalk fills with your blood Ever so brittle you are engulfed by the flood And as you drift in your ship of broken glass I watch you disappear through the underpass