I'll make my plans
Cover my tracks
A few demands
Before I come back
Did you get my ghost
Out of your clothes
D'you nail them all
To your bedroom wall?

In the middle of my day
I please these picks
In the middle of confession
Atheist
And I could tell you
My two cents on wrecking homes
I could tell you
My two cents but what's the point

'Cause this has always been sad
Oh this has always been sad
In the middle of it
A snow stained blouse
You were touching in the basement
Of your father's house

And I could tell you
My two cents on breaking hearts
I could tell you
Where I went when it got dark
Or how death will come to me quick
How death will come to me quick
And all's well
With my soul, oh God, it's a
A dull flash
Like light to a blind man
And all's well
With my soul, oh God

I fade out
I fade out
And death will come to us quick
Oh death will come to us quick

And we will fade out
We will fade out our hearts
We will fade out