Julius

	Now I wait alone,
	For death to come.
	Faded pictures.
	So I know,
	Nowhere to go.
	So I don't
	Picture your body,
	Hearing your voice,
	And fall into your eyes. (Your eyes.)
	Through crooked lines,
	The morning light
	Faded pictures.
	In my mind,
	Not scared of death.
	No, I don't
	Picture your body,
	Hearing your voice,
	And fall into your eyes. (Your eyes.)
	Fall into your eyes.
	(Your eyes.) x4