Maybe I'm not sick this time,
And this tomb has filled itself.
Maybe I'm not sick
And I'm just drained.
I'd like to dance,
But I've never found my feet
I sway, you kiss the street.
I have found lullabies
That have never been sung,
I have found lullabies
Glistening black in your eyes.
Bent winged butterflies
Strangle me today,
Throwing daggers in my heart,
I can't walk.

I'd really like to dance,
But I never had feet.