Taken from my home,
Experimented with, harmed...

Shuffling the deck,
Mixing both sides of the tracks...

Remove the dust,
Brush off the past...

A view that harmed my mind,
An image of flooding fear...

What's you're problem?
I haven't done anything...

Chaos on the television,
Front row vision of what's going to happen...

Off to search this world,
High and low, trying to find where I belong...

Someday I'll come back to you,
This rose, it won't die...

Slowly the nights become long,
And everything seems like an eternity...

Surrounded by walls of glass,
She holds no fear...

Wrecked, life tuned as ' away '
Standing at the lights, waiting for a green go...

Left with no sudden trace,
I need you back in my arms...