Quickly, oh so quickly
the clock is ticking on...

Pages turn, eyes shift, and voices whisper
Eager to escape the existing site plain to see...

Beautiful to the bones.
Innocent to the eyes...

Early morning sunrise
brought on by an early morning kiss...

Smiling at the mirror as he kisses her cheek,
There's no place she'd rather be than that...

Fly home, fly home
On a wind of change...

Lay back, my love, and rest your head,
as I sing you my song of peace...

Tonight I lay down by the river,
clearing my mind...

Plastered to the pages,
all these crazy places, pretty faces...

It doesn't make sense anymore.
all lies and broken promises...