I see a drop

I see a drop and taste it

Sometimes it smells like a stale tear

A man was sobbing last night

He talked of walls too heavy a climb

Walls too tall to carry around

Sometimes it smells like a stale tear

I see a drop and smell it

Sometimes it tastes like fresh blood

She dipped her fangs hungrily

Sucking the best of the drip

Leaving her arm on the blue

Sometimes it tastes like fresh blood

I see a drop and hold it

Sometimes it sticks like water

I wash my face hurriedly

Upon the sound of footsteps

To bury stale tears and fresh blood

Sometimes it sticks like water