Is it passion that now guides us, as we move as...
Lost in an embrace as we watch the setting sun...

We walk upon the sands of time
Along the shores of love we tread...

It's going to take a little more time
For this soul inside to feel...

She sits upon the cushion of a lonely chair
Among the pretty things she used to treasure...

[I woke up feeling kind of sick...]
My head is sore, my stomach aches...

Along the path of loneliness
She walks with tender steps...

I live... I die
In between I cry...

She came to this chapel
just to sit for awhile...

You bottle up your emotions
Keeping them like sacred wine...

Comes the icy winds of change
Clashing down on me like thunder...

It was so easy to follow the crowd
But they are all laughing loud at her now...

She walks among the meadow green
And dips the dew from daffodils...