She's drawing pictures with a razor blade
She says she wants to spend the day with me
She tells me of the time she went to rescue all her friends
From the empty, corner pharmacy
I wonder how she feels

And as I lay, I heard the crumbling mountain tops
Inside my feeble wandering, restless disposition
Wondering if she's been here all along
Wandering in and out of the hallways of my mind

And so I lay beside her on the mattress in her kitchen
And we watched the sun come up
She took my hand beneath the blankets to her body
And she whispered softly, that she was glad that we had met