As dirty as my hands, she woke up and left this sleeping body she used last night. Behind the window, it seems to shine. Walking around with tombstone in her eyes. She's searching in the mirror, her reflection's gone. I wish she'd die here, screaming some more, gazing into the vaccum, this shore... It's just a train of thought deep in my soul. I hear this saddest call so low. Her reflection's gone. Her reflection's gone. I walk the line, I follow the steps. Her footprints lead me to my end. Dancing insect around her lips, she's crawling with worms. She's searching in the mirror, her reflection's gone. I wish she'd die here, bleeding some more, gazing into the vaccum, this shore... It's just a train of thought deep in my soul. I hear this saddest call so low. It's just a train of thought, it’s only sorrow deep in my soul, deep in my soul. I hear this saddest call so low. I wish she'd die here, bleeding some more. I hear this saddest call so low