You cannot reach me for our souls are set apart You cannot reach me for our souls are set apart
But for the desperate it baits. A place in the ground is what awaits. But for the desperate it baits. A place in the ground is what awaits.
Like the bait without a hook, Like the bait without a hook,
Three years ago I crossed path with a stranger, unintentionally. Three years ago I crossed path with a stranger, unintentionally.
Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath. Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.