A violin breaks open its heart in the light of the dying moon releasing its mournful weeping into the abandoned city night. The voices hum with the drums holding the cold hands of winter dance in dark fearful corners tiptoeing over my sleeping skin.
I say let it fall let it burn let the smoke rise tears in our eyes I cry shoot me beat me cut me down body to the ground Truth watches silently pantiently removed from you and I
I calculated it all on my abacus A middle beginning and end of you & I. Trying to find breakeven points on a scale of life love loss