My being is slipping through your fingers now like sand the me I used to be falling at your feet tiny graduals of me irritatingly present transparent incomplete
when there was nothing but money to make we made it when there was no love to lose we lost it when there was no game to play we played it when there was nothing to say we talked anyway
Tonight I would like to topple the world so we all fell out into the abyss together and we were all scared together no colour no creed in the mist of all that fear I would grab your hand I know I would and I know You would grab mine too