A dressing, a prayer
Into the air
And the shadows of satellites
So nobody heard
Love's not four words
In a world at the end of its night
Oh everyone that left me
They're so easy to forget
'Cause I haven't let my failures hit me yet
Your voice on the phone
The blood from the stone
And tears that I can't understand
As if I could heal
With guilt I don't feel
Or by silently giving my hand
Well I'm sure "I never loved you"
Can be too fierce and too correct
'Cause I haven't let my failures hit me yet
May my demon reveal itself tenderly
May he not leave me broken
May he leave my to be
So wherever I'm bound
My ear to the ground
And my thoughts on their way back to you
As eternity's slave
You can write that on my grave
When I've finished resisting its truth
And while I'm shaking hands with darkness
It's with a warm wind that I admit
That I haven't let my failures hit me yet