Well I used to cry every day
But I won't look back--no way
I run to you and you run away
With these songs of death getting in the way
Shoot us down
Under the ground
And when I look back, look away
A crack in the mirror sheds a tear
We sing our songs to the fruitless moon
As I follow a map of my inner room
Shoot us down
Under the ground
Tie my leg to a rope
Throw me over the edge
Of a boat
And sail away
While the night gently covers us