Nothing Without You
Jarboe / Michael Gira
I'm weak and I'm slow, when you are near.
Defeated, I'll disappear.
I left myself, beneath your skin.
What were you?
Who was I then?
Look over there, against the wall.
There's a memory there: red hands, blood and hair.
I don't know where you are.
I don't know where I end, I'm nothing, without you