If I don't recovernSell this house and findnSomething lost outside your windownNot forevernBut on the night I dienI swear I'll sleep outside your windownnI feel the knife going innI'm feeling anxiousnNot enough to kill menI thought it'd happen fastnBut I'm feeling it now nAnd I feel anxiousnSleeping inches from menI let it passnnEmy should I stop?nDo you think I'll makenIt to the morning if it's writtennStitch it upnThe kind of song I know nCauses mother, sister, lover worrynnI feel the knife going innI'm feeling anxiousnNot enough to kill menI thought it'd happen fastnBut I'm feeling it nownAnd I feel anxiousnSleeping inches from menI let it pass