The bells of freedom no longer ring
Soldiers die on foreign soil...

It is the summer of our love...
Burning bright and hot for the world to see...

Lavender negligee hanging on your skin
Barely covering the beating of your heart...

The symphony of my heart pounds out a crescendo
A driving wall of sound drowning the noise of life...

Take my hand, let me guide you
Together we shall walk this life...

Tell me you love me
Hold me tight...

I have spent fifteen years hating November
The weather is cold and gray...

As I stared into the abyss
Drawn towards the brink...

Rain falling steadily down from the grey sky
A sense of doom wrapped about her like a coat...

Spring blowing through my hair
Rumble flowing from beneath me...

The first I heard you speak
I felt the rush of all our past lives...

Walls dripping and cold
Puddles growing at my feet...