Lyrics:

Can't accept the saint
dying here before me
passing out the pearls
while reaching up to glory
On my carousel I am whipping dancing horses
riding up and down
chasing tails and choices

I miss the mortal you have shed
Whose tongue was sharp like a pointed stick
We poked the world until it bled
and now you're laying hands instead
But you, you don't have to feel
You, you don't have to feel

Crossing is complete
free from all the ties
that held back all the truths
from exposing all the lies
He's leaving us for good
He'll leave us for the better
build upon his words
up to the last letter

I miss the mortal you have shed
Whose tongue was sharp like a pointed stick
We poked the world until it bled
and now you're laying hands instead
But you, you don't have to feel
You, you don't have to feel
You, you don't have to feel
And I do
I do
I do