We’ll meet at the door
Eyes fixed, a deep embrace...

There is a chill in the air as fall rolls in
Pushing summer out the door, holding winter at bay...

Looking into your eyes
I feel the fire rage in my soul...

My heart beats just for you
I lived my life with a flat line...

While the working class is sleeping
All the freaks come out at night...

Chill frost of fall upon the lawn
Breath dangling in the air like a participle...

I spent my life looking at blossoms
Some barely more than buds...

I have paid my dues
Drank with gentlemen and scholars...

I am a simple man
Leading a simple life...

My heart is missing you
I crave your love tonight...

I will love and treat you right
Making your dreams come true...

Surrendering, offering, giving of my dark arts
Knowing that my blood stained hands grow idle...