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