Something ripped me open
From my little d**h woken
Fading rhythm of lifeline
Is music for a dead child
I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim
of reality
Skirting the rim
Love don't pull me in
Somehow everything is broken
Hours past and never replayed
I see the sickness of a love that
Though it breathes, can never be made
There are cracks where the white light burns through
It seems I see everything but the truth
Once more to that sacred place
The dream that s**s me under
I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim
of reality
Skirting the rim
Love don't pull me in
Somehow everything is broken
Hours past and never replayed
I see the sickness of love that
Though it breathes, can never be made
Somehow everything is clearer now
Hours pa** with never a relief
I see the sadness of a moment
Though it lived was never seen