Something ripped me open

From my little death woken

Fading rhythm of lifeline

Is music for a dead child

I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim 

of reality

Skirting the rim

Love don't pull me in



Somehow everything is broken

Hours past and never replayed

I see the sickness of a love that

Though it breathes, can never be made



There are cracks where the white light burns through

It seems I see everything but the truth

Once more to that sacred place

The dream that sucks me under

I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim 

of reality

Skirting the rim

Love don't pull me in



Somehow everything is broken

Hours past and never replayed

I see the sickness of love that

Though it breathes, can never be made



Somehow everything is clearer now

Hours pass with never a relief

I see the sadness of a moment

Though it lived was never seen