When you're feeling desperate, the lowest of the low No one left to make you lonely, nowhere left to go When you're lying facedown in the snow Find an open window then Without a sound Climb through the window and just let go Fall to the ground Take peaches and poison, mix them in a bowl Separate the golem from the soul When your love has come and gone and never to return When you've no more hands to bite, no bridges left to burn No more bitter lessons left to learn Find the nearest ocean, take a little boat Throw the paddle over and float, baby, float Take a little pistol, place it in your mouth Pull the little trigger, and go south