Here come the signs Of early-warning misery Here come the sounds It looks like a river up to here Underneath my head Here comes the sight I might just lose it ? Here comes the part Where you ask me for my sympathy I just might lose my head
Have you seen me Can you hear me Did you think you could win me over I've been hard to hold
I've been hard to hold And I'm missing
I made you get down I made you get down on your hands and knees But I made it up I took you away from your misery And you can't say it's ?
Now here comes the past It looks like what's in front of me This may be the last This may be the last thing you'll see of me And it might be your key to rest