It could’ve been another
so I would have a chance to explain
In my eyes, acid tears are falling
Falling on my fantasy.
It could’ve been brutal
As I always was a violent man
In my eyes, blood is pumping forwards
The devil as my company.
Come June I’ll be back at my crypt
Listening to some radiohead
Don’t let me go, let us make amends
Don’t let me go, let us make amends.
It could’ve been sexual
But I’m a real powerhouse
In your eyes, I could see the fear
I never knew what hit you so hard.
It could’ve been your mother
But she loved the way I dressed
In her eyes I was the kindest person
At least that’s what she always said.
So, there I was, cycling through town
Listening to that gimmicky song
Don’t let me go, let us make amends
Don’t let me go, let us make amends.
