She drifts all around
as life flies by...

Set aside a rose for me
upon the dusty shelf...

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

A father and son
both one of a kind...

My lungs are burning
I'm scared out of my mind...

Have you ever just wanted to stand in the rain?
as it washes away your stress and your pain...

To sit in this corner
and simply watch you...

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

She's always just wanted
to run far away...

I was standing in the middle of
A road so small and bleak...

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

Lying awake
needing a break...