Days spent in the summer
We'd just lay in the grass...

People seeing people, and people passing by
Taking all they can get, and never giving back...

Pieces of the moon are falling,
And they're falling down to me...

You can stoop and stoop again
to pick the ashes from the floor...

Trickling water,
Down the glass...

Rescue us from the down pour
and the ice within our veins...

Is there any point in hating
or should we all give in to hate...

In the day I sleep, in the night I dine
Feeding from those whom often decline...

Your foot prints left behind
on the sand in which you've trod...

I saw a boy on the train
who's face was very fair...

He's hoping there is hope, but he knows there is...
Search-light for the light, but the darkness has...

Ice cold and dark,
My heart is stone...