We held hands on the last night on earth, our mouths filled with dust. We kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town, but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said,"Death is a midnight runner." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echos of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better past time. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.



I cannot leave here, I cannot stay
Forever haunted, more than afraid
Asphyxiate on words I would say
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue.

There are no flowers
No, not this time
There'll be no angels gracing the lines
Just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak
I'd share with you could I only speak
Just how much this hurts me.

I cannot stay here, I cannot leave
Just like all I've loved, I'm make-believe
Imagine hard, I disappear
Seems...
No one will appear here and make me real.

There are no flowers
No, not this time
There'll be no angels gracing the lines
Just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak
I'd share with you could I only speak
Juat how much this hurts me.


I'd tell you how it haunts me
I'd tell you how it haunts me
Cuts through my days and seeps into my dreams
I'd tell you how it haunts me
Cuts through my days and seeps into my dreams
You don't care that it haunts me.

There are no flowers
No, not this time
There'll be no angels gracing the lines
Just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak
I'd share with you could I only speak
Just how much this hurts me
Just how much this hurts me
Just how much you...