I am a twisted pile of flesh
I am hole that screams
This dying light reveals me

Just as I am

I am a bleeding wound

I am a river running dry
This scorching light reveals
As I'm laying down to die


Where are these leaves that withered?
That flew away in the wind

Where are the winds that carried them?
That caressed our cheeks


Those rains that washed away all pain
And took the dark away


Those rains that felt so cleansing
They really washed our souls


Those rains that came from skies are gray
Yet those skies never seemed this bleak
Maybe just because we had no fear inside


Remember those cotton pines
The starfish and the unicorns that crossed the sky

Remember all those things I told you
Soon I will be nothing more
Than a memory to you

A memory that slowly will fade away