Little did I know when I was
digging his grave
I was also digging my own
He had these piercing blue eyes.
Pierce you right down to the bone.
She took out a pen and paper.
And the words took a life of
their own.
And that's the problem right there.
It took on a life of it's own.
I knew it would come to this.
And now it has and I'm so sad.
Life before was heaven and bliss.
Mary Shelley had a night like this.
He had these piercing blue eyes.
Pierce you right down to the bone.
As he broke bone after bone.
I'd often wondered just what would
happen.
If you took it as far as it would go.
Takke it to the limit.
Take it as far as you can.
And just give it one little push.
She was out to rearrange things.
But she took it a little too far I
guess.
She had the best of intentions.
I mean she meant well.
Sometimes good people do bad things.
Sometimes it's beyond their control.
But at least she meant well.
Composição: Gilles V. Rieder / Jad Fair / John Sluggett / Tim Foljahn