Falling back into his hand All the walls I had around my face fell in place It's no reason to come back Had to walk or wait around for you feeling blue Harder to forget the past Call a meal to have before the fast and make it last See it in your drunken smile I can feel it hanging by a thread with me, you said Make it right with no ice Sift for shine Milk or wine for mine? You could hollow out your head Save the part that keeps your beating heart; little art Drag it down and show the town Make them feel as if they had a way through the day See the world become a mess Dark around the edges of the bed and it fills your head Sleep and dream of evil ways Waste away; you're heading for the hills and your theory kills Before I missed you try Fit for my history shrine For I sift; shine