My fingertips taste of iron
And the cold is starting to rush in
And the cold is starting to rush in
First through my shoulders
Finally down to my spine
Finally down to my spine
The wine moves slowly,
Past every vain, every thought
Every feeling ever involved
Past every vain, every thought
Every feeling ever involved
Every memory ever remembered
Every person ever so close
Every person ever so close
And so the car comes by again,
The same strange man
Wishing in vain
Wishing in vain
What will be of me?
Of you?
Of us?
Of everything I ever thought of?
Of you?
Of us?
Of everything I ever thought of?
And so I write to not forget
In the end,
She denied it all again.
She denied it all again.
