We danced this night while memories hung above
Like little paper lanterns illuminating the sky...

We'll cut down the trees
In the chilliest of winter...

The angel closed her eyes
And whispered beneath her breath...

The world stands still
And the wind holds its breath...

I'm writing a book that no one will read
with a cover made of wax...

For Lura
I have to ask what color she sees...

She can finally open her heart.
She's found something in this person...

When every road leads to a dead end
What am I left with...

Hope was once the map
that led the blind man toward his home...

If you gazed into my glass
You'd see its bottom caked with dust...

A fun night out means drinking with your buddies
And not quitting 'till you can't stand up...

It's only in this light
That I see who you are...