I am wasted, losing time
I′m a foolish, fragile spine
I want all that is not mineI want him, but we're not right
In the darkness I will meet my creators
And they will all agree, that I′m a suffocator
I should go now, quietly
Before my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep
Where all my layers can become reeds
All my limbs can become trees
All my children can become me
What a mess I leave
To follow
To follow
To follow
To follow
In the darkness I will meet my creators
And they will all agree
That I'm a suffocator
Suffocator, suffocator
Oh, love
I'm sorry if I smothered you
I′m sorry if I smothered you
I sometimes wish I′d stayed inside
My mother
Never to come out
