[03:42.00]It’s a bitterness I long for, Crawling skin turns red and raw. You lick your liquored lips, crawl back for more, High enough, bright enough but hollow. It’s a river runs fast and cold, Swept me under, not to let me go. The moonlight fooled me, I saw gold. High enough, bright enough but hollow. It’s a bitterness I long for, Crawling skin turns red and raw. You lick your liquored lips, crawl back for more. High enough, bright enough but hollow.