Slowly we peel away the layers and the light seeps through the cracks
You whispered softly in my ear "the birth of morning's upon us, dear,"
the bandages feel upon the floor
And there was no one in that room
It's quiet down the hallway where the doctors wash their hands
Behind my eyes I feel the hollow jabs of your morphine kiss
Your anesthetic voice is autographed upon my bones
This reception died in vein
In vain
A tarnished angel leaves her ghost on the surface
A jealous daughter starves to death for the mother
as I awaited your return
I wait for your return
It seems the only way that I will ever feel alive
Throw myself into my injuries and close my eyes
I'd give anything to feel alive
And I will wait for you tonight
The scalpel carves a map for you