this dark death you haunt while i sleep your breath fills the room with the devil what a yuletide song that we sing for the birth of a baby we revel
my skin would turn into a song if i knew if you remember me hearing the choirs and i've the lords 60 books in my room not one word on the page can break the silence
but im not like you do you just need me
this bright light stay a lit till i sleep can you sing me one of the apostles songs? what a memory we have, that we keep and a dozen memories added to the haunted
and years time ill confront the image that i keep in a back room locked up in my body and i pray you will say that you made a mistake but if you don't there's plenty i can say yeah if you don't there's plenty i can say
i don't just need you you don't just need me i don't just need you you don't just need me