Times like theseThey wear on meTear my skin from my bonesTimes like theseThey pull on my sinew soulTimes like theseThey show when love darkens, am I gone?Between my teeth, no tongue I findI speak between space in my mindIn the late hour, I tryTo soak the words we spokeIn the eyes of the skyOur pretty died inside the sun and it made them cryTimes like theseTimes like these
