Paroles: William Fitzsimmons. Until When We Are Ghosts. Kylie.

She spent most her life on the floor with her heart
To this she's condemned and can never be part
She tries by herself on a debt to pay
I don't think today's gonna be her day

Those cuts on her arm didn't come from shame
This past in denial and accusation
Those thoughts in her head will soon come true
A tragic display of dreamers consumed

The hand cannot reach to the phone of her soul
Perhaps that's the lesson I've got to know
Her body was found on a Sunday morn
Her spirit found rest her heartbeat unturned

And I will sleep to get there
And I will sleep together
And I will sleep to get there
And I will sleep together

She spent most her life on the floor with her heart


(Thanks to Davina for these lyrics)