this dark death you haunt while i sleepnyour breath fills the room with the devilnwhat a yuletide song that we singnfor the birth of a baby we revelnnmy skin would turn into a song if i knewnif you remember me hearing the choirsnand i've the lords 60 books in my roomnnot one word on the page can break the silencennbut im not like youndo you just need mennthis bright light stay a lit till i sleepncan you sing me one of the apostles songs?nwhat a memory we have, that we keepnand a dozen memories added to the hauntednnand years time ill confront the image that i keepnin a back room locked up in my bodynand i pray you will say that you made a mistakenbut if you don't there's plenty i can saynyeah if you don't there's plenty i can saynni don't just need younyou don't just need meni don't just need younyou don't just need mennjust say you need me too.