作词 : Matthew Gracie
Sitting on the end of my mind 
Thinking back to days 
When you were everything 
and ever part of me 

Call me hopeless 
Name me a fool 
Paint me broken 
But know I still hold onto you 

Sixteen days 
I walked past spaces 
Burning with your ghost 
Their hands of ether 
Reaching out 
Still searching for my shame 

And it’s sixteen days 
of catching myself 
Falling out reason 
In these fields I lie 
Of the hell I sowed 
Thinking of the day when I lost you 

I am gone 
Don’t make me beg 
Just crucify me 
I am lost 
Don’t wonder what I am 
Don’t yearn for what is left 
Sweet Narka