The Leavers Dance

BereniceMy hands my feet are wornAs much as yours areAnd though my head my hands my heart are formingThey still feel worlds apartBereniceBeneath it all you're goldenAnd that's all I'm feeding onAnd though my head my hands are growing colderWe move circles nowBerenice there's no release at allThat's not worth dying forBereniceMy hands my feet are wornAs much as yours areBerenice there's no release at allThat's not worth dying forAnd it's not for our desires but our design that we all fall apartBerenice there's no release at allIt's worthless crying forAnd though my ............ ........'cause we all fall down