Anything Left Songtext
von Fiction

Crucified in bed a crown of thorns around my throbbing head
With holy hands and wrists with holes
A blanket
Blankets the cold
And how I laugh
Just for a while
How you made me feel
Somewhat like a child
And how I laugh
Laugh for a while
How I laugh
Laugh to see you smile
Spit the screaming woman
Upon the cold grey floor
The changing light Reappears as you fall
You fall towards the black
And then the face spits back!
Never upset the balance
Never tease or try
They say that I′m the only one
But now I wonder why
And every time I look to see
I picture who is lost with me
We'll ask
Is there anything left?
Is there anything left for me?
Is there anything?
Is there anything left?