these tin cans are rusted through, snno i watch you cut yourself apartnnand i'll wait beneath, nnand i'll catch your blood,nnand then i'll pour it back in your heart.nnnnso you're alive as long as i can keep my eyes on you.nnwhen the surgeon comes, he'll be glad to sew you up...nnnnyou're finennyou're pacified, nnand i'm content with seven years and to think i triednnand you're so hell-bentnnon me helpingnnbut i can only be the guide, yes i can only be the guidennyou're still alivennand i guess i'm alivennall we need is time, i guess all we need is time.