addressing a prayer into the air in the shadows of satellites so nobody heard love s not for words in a world at the end of its night oh everyone that left me theyre so easy to forget cause i havent let my failures hit me yet your voice on the phone the blood from a stone and these tears that i cant understand if i could heal with guilt i dont feel or by silently giving my hand well im sure i never loved you that d be too fierce and too correct but i havent let my failures hit me yet it may my demon reveal itself tenderly and may he not leave me broken may he leave me to be so wherever im bound my ear to the ground and my thoughts on their way back to you as eternity s slave well you can write that on my grave when im finished resisting its truth while im shaking hands with darkness it s with the warm wind that i admit that i havent let my failures hit me yet yeah while im shaking hands with darkness it is with the warm wind that i admit that i havent let my failures hit me yet