Folding Stars

Take a long hard look at yourself How did you end up here The blood drips like red inverted balloons Tomorrow is a promise to no-one If you want, follow me and I'll lead you inside You don't have to run and hide Eleanor, Eleanor I would do anything for another minute with you because It's not getting easier, it's not getting easier In a bedroom with no windows or doors All the happy people are crying You can't hold a gaze for a second or two It always ends in total darkness Eleanor, Eleanor I would do anything for another minute with you because It's not getting easier, it's not getting easier You will be folding stars You can't ever understand It's not getting easier, it's not getting easier It ends in a place with no love only hate And a mirror reflecting the truth In your eyes, in your face you can't wash it away From your cold, cold heart I hope that you're folding stars