The gerbils are dead
Your books have found a home
Under the tree
Where I have buried your clothes

From the dawn of time to the end of days,
I will have to run... away.
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste...

Of the blood on my lips... again.
This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands.
I'm frozen to the bones, I am.
A million mile from home, I'm walking away.
I can't remind your eyes, your face.

A melancholy town where we never sime.
And all I wanna hear is the message beep.
My dreams, they've got to kiss, because I don't get sleep,
no...