"i sit and stare at these four walls"
bullshit...

A song is born
early in the morn-ing...

Shove a stake into my heart
break my soul to splinters...

I'm sitting here typing
a note of advice...

I stand outside
the wind blowing my hair...

I remember the last time
you held my hand and looked in my eyes...

Of Love, whose twisting tendrils twine
about my love, to make him mine...