Their hands touch
their eyes meet...

You don't love
because you've been hurt...

Slowly falling
falling for you...

Everyone wants to live happily ever after
just one dream, one desire, all the same...

Locked behind bars
he looks out...

The dripping of tears
this is what the living fears...

The trick or treaters are now all home
tucked away in their comfortable beds...

Looking down at you
from the balcony...

Look at the little pig
it just wants what everyone has...

I see you, with her
begging pleading...

She sits alone
her house silent...

As i cut an old worn scar
i pray the angels come close to me...