"Delirare" lyrics

I'm packing up
Almost three decades
Maybe with reason
Mostly with days

It's fine enough
In line with the plow
All is forgiven
With color and sound

Liza woke up early on the bathroom floor
And I woke up
Alone
Alone, alone

She's making up
With a mask of her own
In the morning light
Hiding what's known

And my voice won't sound
The sirens in my head
And maybe with reason
But what could be said

Something died when Liza and I made that choice
The medicine was sour
That was just the taste
Just the taste, the taste