Carina Round - Elegy

Something ripped me open From my little death woken Fading rhythm of lifeline Is music for a dead child I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim of reality Skirting the rim Love don't pull me in Somehow everything is broken Hours past and never replayed I see the sickness of a love that Though it breathes, can never be made There are cracks where the white light burns through It seems I see everything but the truth Once more to that sacred place The dream that sucks me under I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim of reality Skirting the rim Love don't pull me in Somehow everything is broken Hours past and never replayed I see the sickness of love that Though it breathes, can never be made Somehow everything is clearer now Hours pass with never a relief I see the sadness of a moment Though it lived was never seen