Would [bad word] to me
If I was half drowning
An arm above the last wave
Would [bad word] to me
Would you pull me up
Would the effort really hurt you
The window broke the silence of the matches
The smoke effortlessly floating
Pull me up
Would you be my lord and savior
Pull me up by my hair
kiss me, on my lips
fever burning on my forehead
The brain that once was listening now
Shoots out its tiresome message
Won’t you pull me up
Scalding, my dead father
Has the motor and he’s driving towards
An island of lost souls
a monkey then to monkey
I will teach you meanness, fear and blindness
No social redeeming kindness
Or – oh, state of grace
Would you pull me up
Would you drop the mental bullet
Would you pull me by the arm up
Would you still kiss my lips
Hiccup, the dream is over
Get the coffee, turn the lights on
Say hello to junior dad
The greatest disappointment