I call your name It gives me pain to think I drink the wine of time alone I toast to us. That's not enough - that's what you said Love isn't dead, it
ground *So scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge /
fact I make love with electric outlets In my sleep, it's all flying pigs and things that want me dead; when I'm awake, it isn't much different. It's
Drowning in my emptiness Love is no subject if my hate isn't there Strangled by the curse of loneliness pleasure's no subject if pain is not there I'
at the bullet He doesn't yet under stand The meaning of what Charles has done So he let's the game proceed But the moon he carved isn't a moon at all
