Текст песни Rick Miller - Thoughts of Suicide

Falling through rainbows,
It seems like I've lost tomorrow.
Dreaming of Angels,
They know that I need their sorrow.

Drifting to nowhere,
You feel like you're dying slowly.
Hold on to your soul,
Now breathe deep and leave your body.

Night time is beckoning,
The shadows form, the ghosts awaken.
Twilight is where they hide,
Those gentle thoughts of suicide.