I know it makes you sob, but please try to understand.
We’re pulling dead bodies out of ditches again, we, being I,
you’re just watching again, you’re always just watching, again.
This road isn’t familiar, maybe it’s just the glare of the headlights
The street is a dance of white hot diamonds on my bare feet,
does the heat mean its summer again?
You’re waiting for me again, but you’re never waiting for me again
You’re pulse is keeping rhythm with my footsteps,
There are so many more bodies that are calling for me
But there you are again, speaking my name.