i think i died this week
the earth slipped away
i didn't leave
you didn't stay
you didn't stay
i think i died this week
the lights dimmed out
i didn't scream
you didn't shout
you didn't shout
it was the loneliest occupation
only my soul to keep me warm
and the mumbling and the shaking
wouldn't let up
'till i was born
'till i was born
'till i was born
i think i died this week
but i can't be sure
i wasn't chaste
you, unpure
you, unpure
it was the loneliest occupation
only my soul to keep me warm
and the mumbling and the shaking
wouldn't let up
'till i was born
'till i was born
'till i was born
'till i was born
'till i was born
'till i was born