Sickbeds (The Frames)

Lying in the sickbed waiting to go Fill me with morphine and Demerol Swa__ of the cast off, just lye in the shade Closer to Christ now, kneeling down on the blade But don't leave me drowning The river surrounds me and into my soul Don't leave me lying, so closer to dying So I need ____, stay to ___ on my way to go The air of _____ floats through the h___ Woke me up crying next to you by the wall Don't leave me scathing, the ashes are breaking Me to my bones Don't leave me lying, so ____ ____ dying Down, down, down, down