I suggest you take time from your war
Don´t make prisoners, just kill me straight off
You don´t even see I don´t want to fight
But don´t wait for me to strike back

This wound is too big to cover
I´m sure I drown in the void
Of the days you left behind
Of the games you left without rules
Of all of the nights that now pile up
In the space you left behind

And in your absence, my senses
Turn fearful, turn quick
They see everything, anything, too much, not enough

Not enough

And in your absence, my senses
Turn fearful, turn quick
They see everything, anything, too much, not enough

I suggest you come back to this cemetery
I pile up all the bones you broke in me
Bring a flower and sweep all the ashes
Take the frames that still hang from the wall

And in your absence, my senses
Turn fearful, turn quick