Last night I told my story to the sky and I told all your secrets to the guys
I had a good look at my life and I had a long talk with The Knife
If you love me it's alright and if you're leaving that'd be fine
But it's just a little subway ride so I'm not coming back tonight
I can see without my eyes so I still picture you sometimes
But it's always both you guys and so I hate it every time
I need a hand to cast this sh**, to lift the hex between my ribs
Pick all the glitter from my things, and make me new again