Death is what follows through
In moments of weakness where--
Your voice is what the winds blow

Each word they carry to my ears
Was a knife staked to the heart
Then what follows after is a fall

I die once and then another
With each was a gasp for air
Just to suffer a little more longer

My every death is in your hands
And in every death I live again
To die once more in your arms

To die once and for another