Tender are the scars that never heal
deep are the wounds of the soul...

See me
the person i was...

Father and Mother
Keep your secrets...

I fall, content
In his arms...

His voice is soft
It ripples the air...

Every night when I hold you
the world just seems so right...

I was strolling through the garden
of a house made of crystal...

What is comming over me?
This feeling so utterly nameless...

Two blondes walk into a bar with a cookie monster...

Come, my love
And take the wings of night...