Whirling far away from some home that was a knot I lived inside
Whose turns were always ready to come loose
Once they were taut, now
Whirling far away from some home that was not.

I watch the rope blow hopelessly on winds both kind and cruel
In my peripheral vision
And my pupils are just pricked holes that let the madness in
We are falling apart
We are so wildly dying
And the pale daughter of romance
Is the only love I know