To cry is to know th
at youre
alive
But
My river of te
ars h
as run dry I never w
anted to fool you
But
a cold he
art is
a de
ad he
art
and it feels like I''ve been buried
alive by love
If I should die before I w
ake There
ai''nt no one my soul to t
ake If I w
ake before I die, rescue me with your smile. . .