On the lakebed I lay Where you buried me in clay My eyes swollen shut At the core of the sorrow lockedChewed up, spat out and forgotten By cold torrents surrounded Fooled by the lying tides I fall, chasing butterfliesSunshine like knives can hurt you It can cut you, make you bleed If followed by hailstorm It can bruise you, make you shriekSprinkles of iced showers Precipitating in the wrong hours Deluge of fire and sweat Killing the dew of regretFooled by the lying tides I fall, chasing butterfliesSunshine like knives can hurt you It can cut you, make you bleed If followed by hailstorm It can bruise you, make you shriek
