Berenice

My hands my feet are worn

As much as yours are

And though my head my hands my heart are forming

They still feel worlds apart



Berenice

Beneath it all you′re golden

And that′s all I′m feeding on

And though my head my hands are growing colder

We move circles now



Berenice there′s no release at all

That′s not worth dying for



Berenice

My hands my feet are worn

As much as yours are



Berenice there′s no release at all

That′s not worth dying for

And it′s not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart



Berenice there′s no release at all

It′s worthless crying for

And though my ............ ........′cause we all fall down