Cover me in kisses, and bury me in lye There's strange fruit hanging from the forest in my mind; They're always watching Cartographer of myelin I tread around my thoughts And chase event-horizons Oh, I'm as good as lost; I always watch So when I get back home from the void outside your room
You lay me in the foyer Bring me back now, no matter what I'm so afraid... I'm so afraid... Cover me in kisses, and bury me in lye There's strange fruit hanging from the forest in my mind; They're always watching And I'm so afraid... I'm so afraid that there's no one here with me