i stepped down the same dark stairs
like last september
holding close to myself
as red eyes of winter
prowled or growled or coldly looked
with hate
with hate in my direction
a smile on their lips
and i'm lost, lost

somewhere in a dry cloud
she slipped with her lips
and lost her head in the
bed of a spider
closing
"look at me dead!"
and then a laugh to hide a tear and
secretly knew what she did
but still doesn't care
can she stop?

blindly and nakedly
trips through the cities
gripping everything
looking for someone to stay with her
and i never would have left
and i never would have left her
and i never would have left
i've looked everywhere
but she's gone