The Mars Volta

Close the doors...
If you want to seen her breathing again
Blur the days...
Sleeping is just not an option
How come every time I walk, you crawl?
Then you cut out all the letters that make up this note
I won't, I won't give up until I find out
Until I find what happened to you
The solution inhaled from the rag I hold
Holds a maximum vacancy
As I held you in crippled bandages
Don't you stay up and wait for me
Left dangling in the wind...
You're not there...
I poke needles in the neck of a doll
She pokes back...
Asking why can't I just let her lie
How come every time I walk, you crawl?
Then you cut out all the letters that make up this note