Father now, listen close.
You have become another ghost,
Just like me.
Just like me. Now flowers fall from your gla**,
A bitter taste,
The girl is back
In dancing lights. Dancing lights, flowers fall.
A bitter taste, the gla** if full An empty hand. Dancing lights,
Flowers float,
Bitter taste,
The gla** is full.
An empty hand. An empty set of colors crawl
Through the door and to the hall,
The knife is dull.
The knife is dull.