Under the hill, there’s a girl who thinks she’s dead.
She reminds of somone else who she hangs upon her head
I think it's you.....
I’d live if I were you, if I had had your name
I’d count all my numbers through youth untill old age is the pain
But that's okay
there's a hole that she hides in, she walks into webs and she gets spiders on her
I'm never going to pull her out even if she were my daughter
she can stay theere.....
she'll be safe at least, down in that hole
I'm fighting a beast, and at least I'm not cold
I will stay here.....
It’s the last lip of the sun just before it has set and
the night is upon you.
It’s the last thing you can remember before falling asleep
the night before
It’s the last bit of land that you can see before
the ocean completely surrounds you.
It’s the last bit of words you read in a book before burning it