Hermann's eldest daughter committed suicide years after his death.
the soles of your shoes never made it past the station
you choose to do it to yourself
the noose is still hanging in the basement
I knew you’d stay, and say
I believe in miracles
maybe it’ll rain
it’s a crude philosophy
but maybe you’ll change
the tracks of the train, you know they never did lead nowhere
you strain to see the ticket now
the frames are slowly digging into
your face, but you wear them anyhow
only good with numbers, but you didn’t account for one
and throwing off the covers, you were surprised to see the sun
I guess the fates are broken, everyone is wrong sometimes
but why aren’t your calculations as good as mine?
so I guess it's time I stopped making such excuses
it's getting late, the clock is winding down
you were divine, said I hung the cutest nooses
if it was true, why didn't you stick around?