Cover me in kisses, and bury me in lye
There's strange fruit hanging from the forest in my mind;
They're always watching

Cartographer of myelin
I tread around my thoughts
And chase event-horizons
Oh, I'm as good as lost;
I always watch

So when I get back home from the void outside your room
You lay me in the foyer
Bring me back now, no matter what

I'm so afraid...
I'm so afraid...

Cover me in kisses, and bury me in lye
There's strange fruit hanging from the forest in my mind;
They're always watching

And I'm so afraid...
I'm so afraid that there's no one here with me