Elegy - Carina Round

Something ripped me open
From my little death woken
Fading rhythm of lifeline
Is music for a dirge 
I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim of reality
Skirting the rim
Love don't fall in

Somehow everything is broken
Hours past and never replayed
I see the sickness of a love that,
Though it live, can never be made

There are cracks where the white light lurks
It seems I see everything but the truth
Once more to that circle place
The dream that sucks me under
I'm skirting the rim skirting the rim of reality
Skirting the rim
Love don't fall in

Somehow everything is broken
Hours past and never replayed
I see the sickness of love that
The way it can never be made

Somehow everything is clearer now
Hours pass with never a relief
I see the sadness of a moment
The way it was never seized