Without the skin here,
beneath the storm,
under these tears now,
the walls came down.
As the snake is drowned and as I look in his eyes,
my fear begins to fade recalling all of the times.
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.
And as the walls come down and as I look in your eyes my fear begins to fade recalling all of the times I have died,
and will die.
