On
every coast,
a continent
I can feel the ghost of what you've meant
I've been smoking up and I
can't escape And the dream out of love keeps me awake in
mind And let's try to find a place where I can't
see your cursed face And something is dying and all that is left
is a mournful rip of red Where can I go?
What can I drink?
To let me breathe,
to let me think Without the sting that always comes
Tearing things
till I am numb
In my endless trying to find some peace
If the blood is dry,
then the pain should ease
But something is dying and all that is left is a mournful rip of red
Ever
darkness before the dawn When your world won't spin
When nights get long,
blind men blubbering I feel my way till my fingers crush the breaking
day Just an endless trying to find some rope
To let you say any drowning hope
And something is dying and all that is left is a mournful rip of red
And something is dying and all that is left
is a mournful
rip of red