Breakdown (The Fall)

Its always at night
coming from out of sight
a scene of a memory born

It starts with a thought
Innocent and wrought
From the depths of a soul
That was torn

Soon a chill up the spine
A heart strumming with time
Sends a racing through
Fragile blue veins

With mind flooded and full
The shock starts to dull
But continues, still falling,
The rains

An expression of grief
Pictures disbelief
The agony behind the eyes

And a feeling of lone
Is screaming the tone,
The continous shudder of lies