drift into the stars of a night sky with horns
with tears in your eyes you fall like the sun
was there ever a smile at the good times?
bleeding across this lonely, infinite wire
life holds you down when all you know
is the silence of your voice on a dead payphone
when all you ask is for a hand to hold
before you fold
as you begin to fade
with tears and razorblades
a hand like mine
reaches for yours
