Baby, for each day spent In the void that passes, I tie a new noose With another of your eyelashes. I watch the hours dive Head-first into piles of ashes, As yet more time without you Surrenders to the masses.
You are my saviour, my one remedy; My salvation will come with the death of me.
Your blood is hemlock, And I am the leech That tends to your open wounds Forever voluntarily. Phantoms are the words That you say to me, But I still worship them Whilst at the pews, down on my knees.
You are my saviour, my one remedy; My salvation will come with the death of me. Other heavens could be guaranteed, Still, yours is the only one I'll ever need.
I promised myself I would not do this; but it's funny what women can get a man to do.