It’s no wonder I keep dying
when I keep jumping off this ledge.
The noose around my neck
never gets any looser.

Seas of bitterness heave and swell
around this tiny isle of hope,
quickly being overwhelmed.
I cannot swim.

And I am counting down the days
‘Til I come alive,
‘Til I see you.
Please tell me that you’ll raise me
Breathe that life
back into me.

Well time is flowing backwards
I’m sitting here, all alone
one candle on my cake.

No-one celebrates a loser
or a winner for himself,
and only fools ever had
any true friends.

CHORUS

I am a leaf that’s fading,
a mouth that’s parched and dry
a man who’s uncreating
all that’s been made of his life.

I wallow in self-pity
while beggars starve to death
and prick myself out of the dream:
wild eyes and halted breath.

CHORUS

One day until I come alive
And feel in these ungrateful hands
The soul of my new planted station
fuel the fire that it demands.

Time is flowing backwards
with the candle on my cake:
You put your ear upon my chest
And tell me that you
hear my heartbeat.