And I let go of my cares,
Lost inside a lunar mare,
She was dying to belong
To me.
And now no one.
There is no one.
And I tried to help her see
She can make it, not just with me,
Pulled her legs apart, I breathe
In need.
But now no one.
There is no one.
And I don’t know anything now,
A tourniquet turnaround,
If I could never leave in style,
I’ll bleed.
Still there’s no one.
Always no one.