Sometimes I feel like a drop in the ocean
I'm swallowed by a big blue whale
Spat out against a glaring sun
The stars shine bright in your nightsky
Sometimes I find myself alone
My thoughts go drifting through your bones
They suck your blood
And leave you empty
Like a worn out shell on a sandy beach

Feel, feel
My love for you, it's real
I know a place where we can go
And be all on our own

Sometimes I sense that death is lurking
Around every corner of my mind
And when I turn there's always you
You keep me going for another night

Feel, feel
My love for you, it's real
I know a place where we can go
And be all on our own

Pretty Girls Make Graves (2011 Remaster)

The Smiths