Come nine o'clock, walk through that door. nI'm swinging hammers, knocking dirt onto the floor. nAnd I'd be crazy to think that love could find me back here. nI'd sing to you a song if I thought you could hear. nSo I crush and I smash anything that makes me think of summers past, 'cause I am stuck in this hole, alone and longing for blood. nAnd it's been far too long since my eyes have seen the sad and setting sun. nThis conversation isn't love. nGod knows I don't want to use your minutes up. nAnd this distance between us grows further each day. nEven when you're here, you're miles away. nSo I sweat and I break. nThis is commitment for commitment's sake. nI rise holy with the sun as she washes me clean from my sins. nBut in a few short hours, I'll be on my way to bathe in them again. nEvery night, we watch our love slip from us.n