My fears are cast out on the horizon
I pick them out from clouds on the water
I climbed up backwards and I can't find my way back
My dear, I failed you and now it's over
Isn't it funny to be a skeleton?
Playing a new song like it's an old one
There is no water for conservation
Usurp and hang him in the high desert
Usurp and hang him in the high desert
I'd like to be the gift in you
And fill the hole you can never fill, now
I watch the memory as it feasts upon itself
Our lips historic and kiss from the hotel