Near the heavens I passed on

Spared your name of everything

There the sweet river carries along

We belong there speaking nothing

 

She’s the last one standing

She’s holding your noose

She’s a varying degree

Of you

 

Here now is the man behind me

His eyes darkening with something

He won’t remember so I turn around

Who is this fool I used to know

 

She’s the last one standing

She’s holding your noose

She’s a varying degree

Of you