Sour the boiling honey as the milk turns to crystal sour the boiling honey as the milk turns to crystal in your kiss i feel the thistle in your kiss i feel the thistle turn the card of d**h and d**h is change sunlight paints while the moon frames Another body, hangs in the gallows love s**ed marrow so frail, so hollow suspense wrinkles my powdered white skin your figure growing thinner, your figure, so thin figure growing thinner, figure, so thin d**h's feather, tickle my soul vinegar and oil in a self same bowl your milk warm and fed your milk warm and fed your arm, your arm your arm's been bled hugging your last nerves writing your last words hanging on each line down for the last time in your dark is where I lie ?where the actions end? just like the morning sun your silence burns my skin just to hear you speak girl just to see your face It pains me so to know girl I'm falling from your grace Looking for a sunset something to rely on Looking for a shoulder something to cry on crying in water how large the tear drops looking for the moment when the fear stops