To R. کے بول

I found you once And I'll find you again Your cells are ringing bells Singing God is dead God is dead God is dying The poison's in the dose, true And I've had just enough of my fill of my failure to possess you And for the second time today I repeat something only you'd say Now is it true you're going out of your head? Risking perfection with somebody else Oh, no more ridiculous than life itself Buddy, what's wrong? You look like the angel of death Stopped by to ask about the extra room you rent It's not like you To tell him to leave But did you really have to ask him in? Sing him to sleep And are you really so surprised At just what a lost man's love looks like? Now is it true you're going out of your head? Risking perfection with somebody else Oh, no more ridiculous than life itself Life itself