Hundreds of days, and countless knives,
I've lived many different lives,
sometimes I want riches, sometimes I want fame,
but in this life, all I want, is someone who feels the same.

You are my magical mystery
To ride me in my dream land
Make me feel the coldness of snow
Make me warm with your golden hug
And I wish you could hold me
When I am crying and hold me in my joy
My words are all for you
To say how much I love you

Sometimes its all you can do
a sham shambling shadow
following you around, all day.
With a no named nemesis
plotting the downfall finale
showdown time unavoidable
catches in each snatched breath.
Its ok you have the perfect excuse
running around inside your blood
telling the world to leave off
in a well practised tone of voice.