Love last turned blue
In the sorrow of the moon
I'm leaving you too soon
I'm leaving you way too soon

It's a cold day, and a long night
Flakes fall on my face 'till it's all white: frostbite
Become a statue of frozen dreams
Without the virtue of a tear on my cheek, or a tear in my sleeve

Sinking into syncope
Crawling little centipede
Calling out Calliope
Don't you think to lie to me you lucid ghost
Amusing most? I don't even smoke
I just need you closer, I'm thinking that you spoke
But you wasn't spose' to
Listen sunshine you're in my mind but it's hard to find you

But I'll still look, for the best girl in the book