Waking up with this funny sensation,
Trying to stand, but the body's too weak.
This crazy heart's working anyway, baby,
The soul won't leave if it can speak.
It seems so nice, the sound I hear near death,
That's why this song is but a wounded breath.
Those who just love me for me earnestly
Sense why it moves me - sound set them free;
They may even dig my shadowy career...
The ones unmoved dehumanise those tears.
The shady aches in wounds I carry still
Can someday fade; no, no, I know they will,
But nowadays, your gal's a damaged star;
The eyeshadow cannot hide the wretched scar.
Old me, new me - none would cure the curse,
The way that I chose makes the atmosphere much worse;
That's why your sweetheart would soon be gone -
Even the rhythm won't renew these bones...
Looking up with this awkward sensation,
Dying to hear a pulse, but losing control.
The old brain I harmed works anyway, baby,
The soul won't go before it's whole.
Okay, I know it's time, but should I?
Okay, I should withdraw, but would I?
Baby, I know, death is the key to my art
Though I know I go a bit far with my heart;
Always a diva, I played a dope or an arse,
Waking in yards and doing Amstel in bars...
Delight me, sweety; can we ditch my 'hood
Then buy us a dreary new duplex in Hollywood?
Well, not me, handsome; harmony is hard;
Your cheer is just a dated vow in that regard:
Sugar, could we restore a love we knew?
Would it gain me a hug I know is true?
It never can - my human mask is wrecked,
The sunny sky's a haven for my weary neck;
Death turns into a land of no stress
That wakens while I drown in sudden happiness...
Going up with this awesome sensation,
Trying to move, but the body's not there.
These crazy wings are working anyway, baby,
The soul's not gone. It's everywhere.