Some escape some door to open
This path seems the blackest, but I guess it's the soonest
But there in the clearing I know you'll be wearing
Your young aching smile, waving your handCan't go with my heart
When I can't feel what's in it I thought you'd come over
But for some reason you didn't glass on the pavement under my shoe
Without you is all my life amounts toA final sleep no words from my cutting
Mouth to your ear or taut wicked pinches
From my fingers to your bitter face
That I can't healI know tomorrow
You will be somewhere in London, living with someone
You've got some kind of family there to turn to
And that's more than I could ever give youA chance for calm, a hope for freedom
Outlet from my cold solitary kingdom
By the forest of our spring stay
Where you walked awayAnd left a bleeding part of me
Empty and bothered, watching the water
Quiet in the corner, numb and falling through
Without you what does my life amount to?[Incomprehensible]