In the beginning is where you'll find the ending What was left behind, but your red garnet earrings On your pillow, a single lock of hair You said "baby, here is always nowhere" Your voice, it sings inside my head Maybe the first, maybe the last What is left, but ghosts behind cursed eyes And their echo, a cleared throat of stubborn cries Filling up the night's godless air I said, "baby, here is always nowhere" Your face, it slithers inside my dream I'll wake to find you gone and wonder When is this dream going to end What is left but everything we kept to save Buried ruins of being born astride the grave