Hands Of The Receiver

I was slipping fast

She was hanging on

I was looking for a path

She said she knew the way to make me happy

I'm in the hands of the receiver

I thought I'd die before I'd be here

I was blind, I didn't see her;

I'm in the hands of the receiver

Flashed a mirror in my eyes

Moved into my home

Wrecked all of the rooms

Said I do these things to make you happy

Life can be rum

Relax and get stung

Life can be rum

Should I die and be done?