"Come on Beth, you will be late,"
Rose said just as the clock struck eight...

"Come on Beth, you will be late,"
Rose said just as the clock struck eight...

I'm a pecan shell - I'm tough to undo
you cannot do it and desire a clue...

She grasped the edge and pulled on up
her fingers bloody stained...

Frozen and wide-eyed, I stare down the hole.
Part of me wanting to fall...

You enigma and fake,
you're breaking my heart...

Give your hand and lead this dance
It's romance...

Though I may be young
and innocent in self...

Sing, my dear lovely, to light up the dark
with passion so blinding to idol the lark...

Catch the aspect of her eyes
a truth or is it lie...

Help me please - I'm all alone
I'm trapped inside this hole...

Get out of my heart; get out of my brain
I need you to leave me...