Lyrics: Spilt Milk. Other. Lick It.

You can almost taste the waste just out of reach, I saw your face. It stared at me and tried to speak. I had a thought, but not complete.

You can almost see the words fly off the peak like tiny birds, shot to the ground they flutter down, just outa reach without a sound.

I had a dream of you, wanted more so I broke it in two. When I looked up the sky was wet, trail of blood runnin' down my neck. As a plane flew across the sky, justified grounds for my homicide. A love thought true, let me dream of you,

love thought true , let me dream of you