this dark death you haunt while i sleep
your breath fills the room with the devil
what a yuletide song that we sing
for the birth of a baby we revel
my skin would turn into a song if i knew
if you remember me hearing the choirs
and i've the lords 60 books in my room
not one word on the page can break the silence
but im not like you
do you just need me
this bright light stay a lit till i sleep
can you sing me one of the apostles songs?
what a memory we have, that we keep
and a dozen memories added to the haunted
and years time ill confront the image that i keep
in a back room locked up in my body
and i pray you will say that you made a mistake
but if you don't there's plenty i can say
yeah if you don't there's plenty i can say
i don't just need you
you don't just need me
i don't just need you
you don't just need me
