[She's pale Lose her] Her love for me She picks me up On her shoulder And then she hangs me in the dark No sun It's bleek This skin has turned through yellow You let me go slow Teach me to float On the river In the ash I've been A fool The sights of my mind When you're calling too far away I belong too Nothing Not a word from my wrist A soft melody Will learn to quench sleep Forcing me To call home Sometimes she looks asleep When in fact her eyes are always wide open Now the angel seems to be When the sun resides the memories grow colder Vanishing tides return to bother She learns to let go Breaks at the rash Left in our Dents plee