In separate sections, the bodies fall. The leaves are purple, the grass is red. I love your music. I love your style. The light inside you leaks through your eyes á– The golden liquid that washed your face, contain my secrets and bitter taste. I love your music. I love ypur throat. The light inside me feeds like a golden rope á– And I alone, see through your eyes. And I alone, will never die. And I alone, can taste your hand. And I alone, am sanctified. And I alone, can smell your hair. And I alone, feed you the air. And I alone, can steal your breath. And I alone, prevent your death. And I alone, am not alone. And I alone, am not alone.