foucault

water, water, cleanse me of my sins,
for the bitter taste they leave in me
I hate without a doubt
and the sorry state the leave me in
make me want to dissapear
for they make it all to clear
that I'll always be at fault
and oh god, oh god
I just can't see the end
'cause I know the way I left things
I'll never ever mend

stars, oh, stars, rid me of my doubts
for every time I watch you
my brain can't figure out
why my scars open up 
and leave me full of pain
yet each time I heal
they leave without a trace
but the more I think
the more I miss
her beauty and her grace

lord, oh lord, absolve me of my pains
as each time I dream
I dissapear without a trace
and each time I'm brought back
I feel I'll go insane
as each breath's a hollow waste
and each ache leaves me with distaste
with all I've said
I still must say
You'll stay in my heart always
even though we left eachother in such a haste