Wait for me
At the edge of the world [bad word] to me if you're not quite sure
Did you feel the emptiness inside your soul
Did it break that heart of coal

Did your walls of sin [bad word] at your feet
Does the blood on your face
And on your hands, taste too sweet

In my mind you ain't lookin fine
So isolation
And inside you ain't fine to me
So isolation desolation

Don't wait for me
At the edge of the world [bad word] to me at all
The way you look
And think of me
Is much much much
Too small