Not Alone
Michael Gira
In separate sections the bodies fall
The leaves are purple, the grass is red
I love your music, I love your style
The light inside you leaks through your eyes
Na na na na
The golden liquid that washed your face
Contain my secrets and bitter taste
I love your music, I love your throat
The light inside me feeds like a golden rope
Na na na na
And I alone see through your eyes
And I alone will never die
And I alone can taste your hand
And I alone am sanctified
And I alone can smell your hair
And I alone feed you the air
And I alone can steal steal your breath
And I alone prevent your death
And I alone am not alone
And I alone am not alone
Na na na na na it's the sun
It's the sun sh-sh-shining
Sh-sh-shining shhhh
Shhhh