Like to keep me so sick 
Just to mend me a little bit 
Lips of sewage 
You know that I've gone septic 

And I don't want to get better 
No I just want to be in your arms 

Keep in a hospital bed 
Sigh over me, my angel of death 
Hook me up to machines 
Have them all 
Breathe for me 

Drift in saline highs 
Cold and sterilized 
Wrapped in wet white sheets 
Pale and shivering 
And my head is getting heavy 
And I just want to be in your arms