I was the stream
I was a dream in your dream
I was the fire
I was the heat from the flames of your burning desire
I was the years
I was the salt in your tears
I was the night
I was the pain in your heart as you turned out the light
I was the sin
I was the touch of your skin
I was the shame
I was the red of your lips as you whispered my name
I was the tide
I was the thorn in your side
I was the lie
I was a mouthful of promises tasteless and dry
I roam the hollow
We never made a home
But I found the way to the gallows
Alone
I wore a thousand stones
Upon these broken bones
Cause I saw you fail and I followed
Jerome
I was the sin
I was the touch of your skin
I was the shame
I was the red of your lips as you whispered my name
