A Green Desire — Dead Poetic

I want to see your eyes. The light, the tunnel. I need to feel your love. This fight, my struggle. Which hand should I cut off? My life in shambles. I'll lose my life right here. But what for, I'm coming home.

And I will meet you (there)

I'm heading nowhere fast. I need your hands. Which breath will be my last? It's gone, my past. Love with a broken heart. I'm here alone. I'm getting taken away. I hope you're coming soon.

And I will meet you (there)

Grab my hand and take me home.

Will you be there to grab my hand and take me away?

I want to see your eyes. I need to feel your love. Which hand should I cut off? I'll lose my life right here.