[Verse 1] Enameled bedpan Window, nightstand, bed Living is hard and uneasy But dying feels cozy instead [Verse 2] Enameled bedpan Window, nightstand, bed Living is hard and uneasy But dying feels cozy instead [Bridge] And the water drips soft from the faucet And life is a mess like a whore It steps out as if from the fog And sees: nightstand, bed, nothing more [Instrumental] [Climax] And I try to push up on my elbows I want to look into her eyes Look into her eyes and start weeping And never die, never die And I try to push up on my elbows I want to look into her eyes Look into her eyes and start weeping And never die, never die Never die Never die Never die [Outro]
