Warm, soft? Slowly flowing down. Left then right it comes in waves but you won't leave. Believe me you should go. Fly away into the mist that wasn't mine, that wasn't yours but everything. Please don't leave me here in the middle of me. The dark comes and baby you are the only light there is. So tell me now before it's over, before it's too late. The cold is creepin' into my lungs and all of you is gone.