6 Chorale Preludes, BV B 50: Herzlich tut mich verlangen, Op. 122/10

de Simon Wester

reach down deep and pull out your insides
i wanna see what you're made of.
i don't believe it's flesh and bone.
i can only believe what i see with my eyes
but isaw you spit bullets and i couldn't even try
to stop you that night you decided that i do not exist.
here i am alone again
my arms aren't good for anything but flailing
i feel like i'm falling.
lock your doors, turn out the lights.
hold onto your pillow tight
no one is safe tonight, there's hell to pay.
call out a mayday, there's hell to pay.
they'll drag this lake for years
before they find one piece of who you were.
one think i know for sure, is you'll never get the best of me again.
this game we both lose.