作词 : Matthew Gracie
Sitting on the end of my mind
Thinking back to days
When you were everything
and ever part of me
Call me hopeless
Name me a fool
Paint me broken
But know I still hold onto you
Sixteen days
I walked past spaces
Burning with your ghost
Their hands of ether
Reaching out
Still searching for my shame
And it’s sixteen days
of catching myself
Falling out reason
In these fields I lie
Of the hell I sowed
Thinking of the day when I lost you
I am gone
Don’t make me beg
Just crucify me
I am lost
Don’t wonder what I am
Don’t yearn for what is left
Sweet Narka