Berenice My hands and feet are worn As much as yours are And though my head, my hands, my heart are forming They still feel worlds apart Berenice Beneath it all you're golden And that's all I'm feeding on And though my head, my hands are growing colder We move in circles now Berenice there's no release at all That's not worth dying for Berenice My hands and feet are worn As much as yours are Berenice there's no release at all That's not worth dying for And it's not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart. Berenice there's no release at all That's worth all this crying for And down my knees and down my knees and down? 'Cause we all fall down