I've already waited too long to cause such a commotion,
I feel it in my face and in my hands.
I've never sung this song with quite so much passion,
As if it would help me to understand.
And cherish me my dear,
While I am still breathing, I'm bleeding inside.
These feelings that I fear,
Bringing the razor to my breast, who knows best? Not I.
And everything happened so fast, like a supervolcano,
Immersed in you, I knew not what was real.
And you replied at last, but I was too busy
Surrounding myself with what I cannot feel.
And was there a choice,
From before I was nurtured in a culture of rot?
And was there a voice,
Crying "I don't know what's in me, oh mummy, I'm lost"?
When I am dead, will they bury my body
In something that they recognised as me?
My compass is flawed, and I am lost in the valley
With binoculars that limit what I see?
Oh Marie, what's happening to me?