Death, loving, my life, nothing I will leave behind
Time is running, I will stay behind
Now you're my woman, I will both die
So we'll have to change our minds
From the streets to the stars
To the fields, from the bars
And my love is a picture
Out the corner of my eye
And your death is a number
But I can't even count that high
No, you can't see in my eyes everything
I've ever done
And who I've ever been
You don't need to hear the words I love
You are my darling
Very unusual thing
I've a habit of happening
No one's safe from statistics
It's your thing
I can't hear my blood howling in my skin
I can't hide feelings
The walls are much too thin
You'll never find me comfy in a crib
My hands are starving
Very unusual thing
I've a habit of happening
No one's safe from statistics
Statistics are sure things
Very amazing things
I've a habit of bypassing
You can make things happen if you take them
Today's as black as the white sky
The barren sky


And grey as the clouds struggle by
Crude oil in my veins
Cool in my lungs
I can't stretch my neck
Very unusual thing
I've a habit of happening
No one's safe from statistics
It's your thing
Very amazing thing
I've a habit of bypassing
You can make things happen




You can change them
Death, Whenever, I'm always nothing
I will leave
I will leave

The time that's running, I will stay behind
Now you're my way, I'm all for the dark
So I'll have to donate
From the streets to the stars
To the fields, from the fires
My love is a picture of the corner of my eye
Your death is a number that I can't even hide
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