I think if I reach a little further I might be able to grasp your last thought.
The last thing that slipped into your mind.
What brought you to the ledge.
Was it that she didn't want you?
Did you stand there with the pills in your hand screaming and crying,
                        L o v e  me!
                                             L o v e me!
She couldn't love you though, there was nothing left in her to love with.
Now she sits in the river giving herself up.
I know what her last thought is.
She's just so tired,
let her be, let her be.
As she cries out to no one
                         L o v e me!
                                              L o v e me!
She floats on down the river
Her last thought is only to love him enough this time.