Faith,
out of all my friends most leave...

Hiding from the day;
roaming in the night...

It's like a map.
It can be an old paper map or a modern GPS...

The dormancy of fall is similar to death.
It's peaceful and beautiful in its own unique way...

And oh, it's at the tip of my tongue,
but I just can't seem to say the words to you...

I've been watching you day after day.
I've been stalking you. You are my prey...

The key to my soul and the whisper in my heart.
Hand to the pen and the paper for the ink...

I wake knowing you're waiting for me,
so I try to rush for you...

Miss Maggie was a filthy one she didn't clean her...
Every where she went there was a dropping of a...

When you get to the second stanza, please notice...
Sometimes you cry so hard your eyes dry up like...

The color of my happiness
Is the color of my blood...

Put a blanket over me
so neither of us can see...