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