cold methods into questioning
but there is nothing that i did
your injurious misleading actions
my wrongful punishment
your lies are the corrosion
my heart of copper is resistant

the account of everything
is in your eyes
no matter how hard you try
to tattoo scars away

each sundown i spent at the graveyard
i was just as dead afterwards as you
i was buying time to calculate
that i am sorry for something too

led so far astray
through each cold biting night
like a foolish fire
a flickering light

down low tracks
to a place
that didn't even exist

her face looked at me
from all sides and corners
of the writing paper
gentle as a ghost's reminder
I heard a subtle whisper say
There are no more
beautiful and clever things

And like the night
when the sky fades
I am ripped into my own desolation
and stirred into the agony
And as i see your face in everything
It's the most beautiful and clever thing

I don't know where you go
I'm not allowed to ask
So I go to the dark corners of my mind
The same place that you were last
A place that you once ran from
Is where you're running to
as I fill in the time
like a martinet
always waiting for you

Sometimes I see your ghost
as I round each bend
As each state becomes worse
than the first that I was in