I've been patient, but I've lost the time Your naked figure is haunting my mind Just a piece of tiring persuasion Thrown out the edge of the world Bluebird's flying too low to the ground Gutted by the kitty-cat and dragged all through the house I can't take it, I am always taken I'm running to the bend of your word ♪ Pen is burning a hole through my hand Locked inside the basement, forgotten by the past Concentrate on tapes that need erasing Sound that escapes from the source Nosferatu, lost in his castle Waiting from behind the ruin