Rain trickles down against the window, echoing as it pelts the angels halo
I let my mind wander and didn’t think
a neck in my pain so hollow he wanted my skin but he changed his head after I said what I believed in and lost the shape of my reasons

In the dark in the mist there's a howl of pain from the ghastly trains in the dead of night
there must be something up inside because the mouse has lost its wheel

I close my eyes to let go of my body and when my hand wanders my bed I can sense I'm about to beam up to the moon
don’t know if I'll reach to be 27, this sweet dying lullaby rambles and passes heaven
listen closely you can hear a whimper at the end of the world