The open end is here
The key is on the carpet
You come down like a burning house
The keying slice of a knife

Dark liquid night is descending
You turn on like a T.V. set
Afterwards I don't remember
How it felt, how I felt
How we felt to breathe

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Now you have fallen from my pocket
And you can't see the ground
Close to your own face
Sucking itself in
Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh