Surrender

Thirty six years now Halfway to my tomb In this flesh I have Grown accustomed to You can see the way Irretrievably doomed Darling, I'm still consumed by you I'm consumed Consumed Fingers on the teeth The telephone call I just wanna hear you Say nothing at all Just breath and beating The space in the room Just as you whisper That we are doomed I surrender to you I surrender to you I surrender to you I loved you before I ever knew What the teeth would feel like What the bite would do I loved you before I felt my doom I passed my future Fold in to you I surrender to you I surrender to you I surrender to you Consumed Consumed I'm consumed --- Surrender - Wintersleep