She's behind the door On the bathroom floor And I can feel the tears she left on my shoulder The room getting colder I can feel the pit of what I just told her And my heart, my soul become older Locked in the midst of a dying star A day in her life that'll leave permanent scars No walls, no floor, no ceiling remains Just bottomless sorrow in infinite rains Fingers dissolve into threads of blue wire I hover above the funeral pyre Porcelain sky cracks open wide Tears like moths that flutter inside Behind the door that's woven from screams She disintegrates Into unfinished dreams Yes, she disintegrates Into unfinished dreams
