Now I see you trouble
it's coming up ahead
black dogs running
through the fields
they're dripping red
the world is quiet
there is nothing left unsaid
A million image
million capture
million dead
and all the birds fall out of
the sky in two by two's
and my teeth fall
out my head into the snow
I am you now
and you are me instead
then I see there is blood on
your wedding dress
and all of the old walk down
and I'm feeling unsure
when I'm sleeping
in my own place
I'm not home
It is perfect
it is beatiful and still
and it is silent
it is white and it is good
and all bye the fooling round
with daisy chains on our heads
it is coming now
my friend and it's the end