Twelve

Out from the ashes of gray desireOut from the dream and into the fireI said a lot, it won't mean thingAfter she's gone these words will stingNo gods could be that cruel to meNo gods could be that cruel to meSix minutes gone and I'm still aliveAnd who would have thought that I could surviveWith pieces of eight and odd bits of stringAre all I remember when I hear her singNo gods could be that cruel to meNo gods could be that cruel to meAnd I blame the sunAnd I blame the moonI blame myselfAnd I blame youTwelve minutes gone and I'm still aliveAnd who would have thought that we would surviveWith all lines repeating and nothing rehearsedI feel so stupid; I feel I'm cursedI don't want to think anymoreI don't want to think anymoreNo gods could be that cruel to meNo gods could be that cruel to me