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