Father now,
Listen close.
You have become
Another ghost
Just like me.
Just like me
The flowers fall
From your gla**.
The bitter taste.
The girl is back
In dancing lights
In dancing lights.
In dancing lights
The flowers fall.
The bitter taste.
The gla** is full.
An empty hand.
An empty hand.
An empty set
Of colors crawl
Through the door
Into the hall.
The knife is dull.
The knife is dull.