These songs are the stitches that mend my broken heart and every prick that hurts is healthy, one-step towards a full recovery. It seems like never ending surgery, feels with every stitch that's strung one more breaks another leak has sprung. All these Emi-lacerations, all this McKinn-internal bleeding, all these pretty puncture wounds and no vacant hospital rooms. In my eyes you are magnificent, but in my heart you are malevolent. I'm sleeping sound beneath this somber sorrow. can you feel the sun rise on tomorrow? Wake me when the day is over I don't feel up to this one yet, call to my attention when the harmony is perfect. Tuck me in before i give in again. Finally put a bitter end to all my needless suffering.