Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm Look at how life has gone away My sweet love is gone away My sweet love is gone today My sweet love is gone today Oh my baby Oh my love Oh my baby now Oh my baby Oh my love Oh my baby now

Held inside a party Catered by the mind Emotional behavior And irrational design Try to hide you from my unclean, my unclean mind Put it in a costume Turning pattern with a perfect line Your eyes divide and follow me With a foreign and mechanical move Speeding through me You're only waiting on some part An interference with my mind Your patterns grow me Try to rearrange the unclean, the unclean pathway to a new Guiding line along a polished frame Send an empty bottle to sea In a hollow and interior disguise Rearrange me You leave me hanging all the time Your fingers move me from inside They're cutting through me Feel on the bodies Our lovely ruins held inside Your formal gestures get me high Such strange behavior If only I could go away Try to see the future I'm scanning the horizon But I'm coming up behind

Look into the light of a pale interior Where blueness moves along the edges To the hiding place where clouds align How can we relate in a world Where people move along the edges Sit in hiding places Waiting for the world to die Wish as I pull down the barriers Is it even very far too deep Or too long Listening along as the clouds play through the tidal waves Pulling back on me, so abrasive I can't sleep at night Echo in a lighthouse burying the thoughts of being human Into pieces that rain, the chatter on the sky above Wish I could relate to people's barriers Laying in a box against the barrier Lost some kind of key They're falling back asleep Bury those thoughts real deep Bury those bodies deep Put us back to sleep Waiting for the light to erase the room I'm laying in Cast the shadows of us against, against my fingertips Hollow in the sway as they move in windy shapes Against the blueness making images in the place where people die

Can't stop my sire beckoning The desert is asleep Kiss the sky against the rocks A rush of speaking, am I speeding? The shapes had moved across it He took me far and fell into our home Was it bliss? Gentle fingers closing my eyes You disappearing in recline The night's berth is wide Hands on the top of these tangled locks Inward, it rushes out Her hands on her painted blue skin A world of pain They will hear us cry From the parking lot