Cucumber Water

Not even time will make it right, as you're dropped cold, shivering or maybe seizuring at the hospital.
If I'd been there, what would I have seen?
Vivid solace something like infancy within a catatonic vessel battling immortality?
And you'd be shouting curses of remorse, but maybe
Dying ain't that bad. It's just another candy holiday.

Living in your dying dream; it's a tragedy.
Living in your dying dream; can't you see me? Can't you see me?
Just hold on; one more minute, one more night.
One more dying dream.

Faster, you can hear your heart beating, so fast that it's a tragedy.
Faster you drive, hoping that you'll tell one loving phrase,
To pull them out of despair of a loss so great - it's a tragedy.
Look at me. Look at me, can you open my eyes?
As all the colors mix so vivid a blend to black and grey.
Did you know that these were going to be the colors of

Living in your dying dream? It's a tragedy.
Faster, you can hear your heart beating, for save one hour;
I've got questions that I can't ask anybody else.

The Ocean takes you under, tosses you around under swift current.
God damn you, I only came to say goodbye, and see those colors...

Drowning in your dying dream; I'm your tragedy.
Drowning in your dying dream; dying here.
Living your dying dream, here I am.
Take me, thank you.