Julius (Painted Palms Remix)

Now I wait alone,

For death to come.

Faded pictures.

So I know,

Nowhere to go.

So I don't

Picture your body,

Hearing your voice,

And fall into your eyes. (Your eyes.)

Through crooked lines,

The morning light

Faded pictures.

In my mind,

Not scared of death.

No, I don't

Picture your body,

Hearing your voice,

And fall into your eyes. (Your eyes.)

Fall into your eyes.

(Your eyes.) x4