Now I wait alone,
For death to come. 
Faded pictures.
So I know,
Nowhere to go.
So I don't
Picture your body,
Hearing your voice,
And fall into your eyes. (Your eyes.)
Through crooked lines, 
The morning light
Faded pictures.
In my mind,
Not scared of death.
No, I don't
Picture your body,
Hearing your voice,
And fall into your eyes. (Your eyes.)
Fall into your eyes.
(Your eyes.) x4