Have you ever noticed how when the billowy smoke
Have got its surroundings in a grey grip of choke...

The one thing one should treasure
You’ll never know you’ve had it...

I sit there staring at the clock
Willing the time to go by...

Death is in my head
Pounding Pounding...

When that thing had passed
It left some of us broken...

Unspoken feelings hang heavy in the air
No words could ever make amends...

In daylight I can fight my fears
Tell myself evident lies, And somehow I belief...

In my darkest hour you came
And found me on the floor...

There’s a chest in my head
It’s filled with many things...

My heart is made of glass
And yours is carved out of stone...

I cry
I ache...

A slow motion moment – your love falls to...
An ungraceful death, courtesy of the iron mouth...