I've been patient, but I've lost the time
Your naked figure is haunting my mind
Just a piece of tiring persuasion
Thrown off the edge of the world
Bluebird's flying too low to the ground
Gutted by the kitty-cat and dragged all through the house
I can't take it, I am always taken
I'm running to the bend of your word
Pen is burning a hole through my hand
Locked inside the basement, forgotten by the past
Concentrate on tapes that need erasing
Sound that escapes from the source
Nosferatu, lost in his castle
Waiting from behind the ruin
