you take me under your skin- gracefully
naive to what i've become- the dark inside of me
i've made a mess of the man that stands before you
he sleeps through all of his days- he smokes away the moon
for you who sings the songs of angels
whose heart the purest white
i have nothing left to offer
but this kiss, this night
a martyr, empty-handed- who starved himself to bone
who now, to show for it all- has nothing left but hope
when once i entertained thoughts of you and i
i now see i am a fool who'd only make you die
i'd never ask for your forever
i only ask for your tonight
