I see your heart beat through the bedsheets
I feel your pulse against the floor
I sleep the sadness that no one else sleeps
Feel me cunningly adore

As the tick-tock clock lies Goldilocks
What a sick, enchanted view
Of the white blot sin that we all began
Not the girl that I once knew

Blue Sunshine, I've got no vacancies
At the top of the clock was Jesus, spying on me
I spoke of friends, point me which direction
I tried a bribe of when I die but swore he never mentioned

I kicked and screamed
It's simple, you must sing
The day I take you, you'll be sleeping
You won't feel a thing
A thing