Nights like these
Lie me down at the basin of the bath
Let the water overflow
While death consumes my wrath
Turn the music up high so I cannot hear my unsteady breaths
While I try to forget about holding her in my arms after she took her last breath.
While I try to forget the guilt of not being able to say goodbye
In death we only say hello because there's nowhere left for us to go
Let the darkness slowly fill the room while I try to forget when summers in full bloom he left me and went to you in shrouds of clouds
Let the water fill my lungs while I try forget the sting of being alone and the fear of always being
Let the water rise
Let the fear die
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