Eight of Nine

These hospital walls are the palest of white

Here in this desert they're reciting my last rites

The smell of these halls

Brings temporary comfort

As the oxygen flows through my blood

El corazon was poisoned tonight

She's on her eight of nine

When half of all your prayers are insincere

The other half are lies

Here is this watermark under this bridge

The point where it all crested

Rolled back and drifted into the sea

I climb from this wreckage

As the smoke begins to clear from my lungs

The closest of close calls has happened tonight

It's time that i made things right

For the first time

Since the last time

Let this moment of clarity

Lift this curse that has been cast upon me

Appreciate the good times

But don't take the worst for granted

'Cause you only get so many second chances

The Ataris - Eight of Nine