Six Forty five. And the sun has cut the sky. And the clouds are still bleeding. As mean while I. I drink alone outside the bar at the end of the world. So this is how it feels. Ten Twenty five And theres a girl with cold eyes. But her stockings are running. And anyway. Shes just the end of a melody that sings to me of you. So this is how it feels. To stagger from the undergrowth and rediscover emptiness. Dancing on the beach. About Two O five The bands on fire its a pyre and the bodies are burning. im still alive but as the papers have a**ured me I wont be for long. So this is how it feels. So this is how it feels. To walk upon the waves alone. With nothing to conceal. So this is how it feels. To crawl up from the accident and die beneath your wheels. Nearly Four AM. I'm just a ripple in the tide. And the tide is receding. I realy cant pretend. That the end feels like anything more than a joke. So this is how it feels. So this is how it feels. To throw past onto the floor and smash it beneath your heels. So this is how it feels. To catch your face in a broken gla**. And know that thats whats real. Six Forty five and the sun has cut the sky. And the clouds are still bleeding.