• Sick at mind,
    sick at heart.
    Yet doctors shall not help these parts.
    Rip my heart
    tear my mind.
    Throw them out to sea,
    see the person I can be.
    I'll be dead,
    so are you.
    Look at all that we've been through.
    And we shall hold
    hand to hand
    as we walk up the grand
    staircase to thegates of heaven,
    or fall down to hell and deamons,
    either way we'll be together.
    Over, under, and through the weather heart