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.