wipe the blood off of your face
and praise his name
celebrate this non-event
a year today
you'll never be as beautiful
or so bored
as you are today
and the hands on your watch
will get faster in spite of you
and your heart it will stop
it will grind to a halt
for the last years bad luck
and your tears they are water
and the water will turn to salt
and is there still some hope in you
that a cure has been found
it will make its way towards the sea
and it will crawl into your sleeping mouth
and the hands on your watch
will get faster in spite of you
and your heart it will stop
it will grind to a halt
for the last years bad luck
and your tears they are water
and the water will turn to salt
oh it will turn to
oh it will turn to salt