My hands, shaking now,
Freeze at the thought of your loss,
My Muse, I beg that you stay.
My hands, steady yet.
Wrapped around your foolish throat,
Why would I ever leave you?
My hands, shaking now,
Freeze at the thought of your loss,
My Muse, I beg that you stay.
My hands, steady yet.
Wrapped around your foolish throat,
Why would I ever leave you?
Discarded Recollections 