This Is Sick

Did I tell you?
I haven't told you
I have fallen for you
I have fallen from grace, I fell from a great height for you

In the dark hour, after spirits
I wrote in my journal
I have fallen from grace, I fell from a great height for you

For you, a hidden heart of gold
For you, but how were you to know?

In the darkest hour of all darkest hours, I know
I pressed a button and fell from a great height inside for you