My doom awaits me at the bottom of the stairs...
My doom waits patiently down there...
In a crumpled heap, I lie, I never thought I'd die.
With a fresh batch of fast-drying fix-all in my hands.
My end is holding out her all-embracing arms.
My end goes anywhere with her all-consuming charms.
On a bridge over the bay, well, probably not today.
But a leaf darts under my wheels, and I know it's a leaf but I flinch anyway I'M NOT...
nervous, but I hear my name in the falling dust and
the rising din and sound that never tasted breath or shame.
My life sits down and cries with ever-lasting love.
My life hides in your arms, and never will look up to meet my gaze
with the exception of when I lost in love, then I fall down the stairs
drive into your bay laughing all the way, I'M NOT...
nervous, 'cuz I hear your name in the falling dust and the rising din of sound that never tasted breath or...
Shaaaaaaaame <3
(thank you very much) (thanks)