The open end is here
The key is on the carpet
You come down like a burning house

The keying slice of a knife
Dark liquid night is descending
You turn on like a T.V. set

Afterwards I don't remember
How it felt, how I felt


How we felt to breathe
alright wanna record it?
Now you have fallen from my pocket

And you can't see the ground
Close to your own face
Sucking itself in

Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh