I Could Climb
Until I Reach Where Angles Reside
Ask Around To Find Out Where Junkies Are Kind
You Just Up And Left Me On This Rock All Alone
It's My Fault For Knowing Not What I Should Have Known
Oh Ohh Oh
My Heart Is Tired Of Beating Slow
It's Been Deflating Since You Died
Died
Since You Died
You Died
I Could Drop
Until I Touch The Sinister Side
Visit All Attractions Slipping Back On Inside
Still You Leave Me Rotting On This Rock All Alone
It's My Fault For Knowing Not What I Should Have Known
Oh Ohh Oh
My Heart Is Tired Of Beating Slow
It's Been Deflating Since You Died
Died
Since You Died
You Died
Oh Ohh Oh
My Heart Is Tired Of Beating Slow
It's Been Deflating Since You Died
Died
Since You Died
You Died
I Could Climb Untill I Reach Where Angles Reside
I Could Drop Until I Reach The Sinister Side
Oh Ohh Oh
My Heart Is Tired Of Beating Slow
It's Been Deflating Since You Died
Died
Since You Died
You Died
Died
You Died
Died
You Died