The measure of a moment
the measure of my pride
And the ever-present distance
between her heart and mine

Seeps through the cracks of reason
and the fortress deep inside
But I've yet to uncover
the depths inside her eyes

I know that you could find
some better place to hide
Now you have everything you want
but you don't have me

You don't have me.

My beating heart—
the silent sustain
of rhythms and rust—
all beat your name

Into the devil's angel-eyes,
I stare into the rising tide
"Can you hear me?" "I can hear you"
As she starts to cry

And I know that you will find
some better place to hide
Now that you have everything you want
and you don't have me.

You don't have me.