Outline Songtext

i make frequent visits, to the place where you are
too bad it's not real, but you were all too...
and how close i come, is no consolation
because in sleep, you were always so much more to me
i drift away, to the sound of you breathing
as your scent it swells past my face
your body, painfully close
and the heat it is seething so hot it's like ice it's like needles
and even though it burns me i'll crawl closer and closer
till scars my hands and stings the inside of my chest