i remember you used to joke that you were the grace
and i was the fall
now i find myself stuck in a moment when i realized
you never really knew me at all
you don't recover from a night like this
the night is out of shooting stars
and i'm cursed with this one last wish
i have a terrible feeling i only died so i could haunt you
what is purpose without love?
sacrifice without blood?
go like christians to the lions
skip the trickle, bring the flood.