I live my life here in between
Broken hearts and dusty dreams...

A thought, by any other name
Might make the nectar sweet...

Several people make their home
Right inside my head...

Where do you store a broken heart
Until it finally heals...

Befall thy love my sweet embrace
Upon this night thy truth be told...

Echoes
By: Twisted Heart...

On my way home from school one day
I saw a cardboard box...

Laying in this bed of slumber
Tossing and turning inside my head...

As sorrow drifts among my dreams
And night fades in to gray...

A lost and lonely girl here sleeps
Upon the dusty floor she lays...

With list in hand, I hit the door
Grab the cart, skid cross the floor...

You draw me
Like a moth to a flame...