The disease is multiplying
Catching under your skin...

"Dreams are for losers"
But she said it with trembling lips...

He silently steals into your gentle soul
And gouges out a deep dark hole...

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

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

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

With our well-earned fortunes
Feelings grow old...

Bring me back something sweet
A frosted memory...

This same black routine
It will change in time...

There once was a night
That I fell off my bed...

1-800-missing
That's the number you call...

He watches from his pedestal
What can he say or do...