The sunset's in her eyes
as she looks upon the sea...

The good news is
i have to thank you...

The path is so beautiful....
such as us...

Blowing back memories eight months forgotten all...

She lies there and cries
in the dark of the night...

She wipes away the tears
as she walks through the doors...

I saw you today
well what can i say...

U don't no...
wat itz like...

What happened to those days
the ones i don't remember...

It's the first Sunday
one month before may...

the worst thing is at night when you have to take...

I wanna go back to sleep...
where itz possible to have pink sheep...