When sometimes I see you sat alone,
I wonder if you know I'm even home...

I can only see the good things nowerdays,
No matter how hard I try...

The Field Of Poppies
A blanket lay...Out for us...

This silence eats away,
At the stories of the day...

I'm going to miss you,
Like the stars miss the moon...

I lay here in this coffin
Cold and dead to my core...

Oh sick sweet cyanide,
Find your way to me...

It seems that the cold,
It enters without invitation...

There is something clean in the way of the dawn,
And an air that makes it easier to breath...

I left you, I loved you, I love you still,
I know, with full heart, I always will...

There's only one word I can say to you,
And that word begins with G...

The words that spring to mind cut the silence with...
It's pink and the teddies from my room run and...