Texty: Swans. Nothing Without You.

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.