 
I can hear her footsteps beating closer.  This may be my only chance.  In a shadow of doubt I doubt our shadows kissed in dance.  Without lips or eyes to open or close my hand felt your heart along the cracked pavement.  Ghosts go unnoticed I suppose.  And I've unstitched the seams it seems this is the final farewell.  I've locked myself up.  Up in a room.  Where willows weep.  And you know every time you leave it chokes to breathe.  Into a chest the blackest of blue.  Where the ravens rest.  Waiting to pick.  Pick my heart apart.  They diagnosed schizophrenia.  But I know it's hypothermia.  Cause this coffin's too cold without you near.  To be alive's a crime when your heart's died.