Last night I fell through the floor
And I saw you dressed in white
There was blood on your hands
And holes in your eyes
And there was nothing I could say or do
Last night I fell through the floor
There was blood on your hands, and holes in your eyes
I was trapped in a nightmare
and I wondered how I wound up here
I asked where you'd been all these years, but there was nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
Last night I fell through the floor
and it was only grey
Last night I fell through the floor
And I saw the blood on my hands
and I swear there was nothing I could say, nothing I could do
And I saw the blood on my hands
This time it was real, this time it was real
There was nothing I could say or do
Nothing I could say or do
(Years past and I swear I still hear them, I still see them, I still hear them cry, I still see them drown
All these memories, and all these histories
Where we got lost together
In the clock tower
By the frozen lake
We'd go there every afternoon
I'm the one who needed it most, and there was nothing you could say or do
Because I lost you
And you lost me too
I'm leaving this place and I'm never coming home)
Last night I fell through the floor
And there was nothing I could say
There was nothing I could do
And there was nothing I could say or do
And there was nothing I could say or do
Yeah, there was nothing I could say or do
Yeah, there was nothing I could say or do
And there was nothing I could say or do
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