you are the forest i m lost in the trees the cold ground trembles beneath our feet the world s wide void in the curve of her breast endless beaches through the tears on her dress if i told you this was killing me would you stop if i told you this was killing me would you stop if i told you this was killing me would you stop if i told you this was killing me would you stop killing me the low sun hides the last house on the lane gathering darkness like there s no other way i ll make you a mother light up the abyss in dreaming meadows i cease to exist if i told you this was killing me would you stop if i told you this was killing me would you stop if i told you this was killing me would you stop if i told you this was killing me would you stop killing me if i told you this was killing me would you stop if i told you this was killing me