Abe Vigoda - To Tears

she ascends to the real, letting it go
come to pass through the show
no hope for more
come to me, come for real letting it go
come to me as the ghost
no hope for more
she ascends to the real, letting it go
all the best, so you know, down bleow
we watch the wretched
turn away from the living
I break my fingers folding it out
no reason
the pictured image of
complete and total hell
made real and more true
try on the costume
we crack the night and find you two
behind the double door too soon
looking light it finds your face
behind his hand, flowers and vase
we dream the dream of lives unknown
and force them through into our waking
I kneel before your open eyes
took them onice I felt them slight
to a wash of pain and dumb
look to me as you let it out
looking light it finds your face
behind his hand, flowers and vase
we dream the dream of lives unkown
and force them through into our waking
I kneel before your ope eyes
look to me as you let it out