Lonely together as we watch the cold winds burn. 
I pictured it better, but still the story turns.
 Move the stones and let the mud slide down my face. Because spirits drown infants, cursed, and sentenced to a life astray. 
No, I couldn't watch you stay and no, I couldn't walk away. You've met the disparate. 
They're all afraid of me. 
And when I look inside my bones, I see an old gooseberry. With bricks on your eyes you slept like a feather right through the night. 
He'll never die. 
Imprisoned secrets on my skin, 
I'll scratch the maggots from my mind.