Twelve

Out from the ashes of gray desire

Out from the dream and into the fire

I said a lot, it won't mean thing

After she's gone these words will sting

No gods could be that cruel to me

No gods could be that cruel to me

Six minutes gone and I'm still alive

And who would have thought that I could survive

With pieces of eight and odd bits of string

Are all I remember when I hear her sing

No gods could be that cruel to me

No gods could be that cruel to me

And I blame the sun

And I blame the moon

I blame myself

And I blame you

Twelve minutes gone and I'm still alive

And who would have thought that we would survive

With all lines repeating and nothing rehearsed

I feel so stupid; I feel I'm cursed

I don't want to think anymore

I don't want to think anymore

No gods could be that cruel to me

No gods could be that cruel to me