I keep a box under my bed,
and inside it...

And i never thought id hear myself saying it,
not to him...

Lost in the sky
waiting for words to come to me...

And if they find me dead tomorrow,
I hope it hurts...

I could never possibly say to you
what i want to...

Possible is really
what i was thinking...

Any other time
and it would have been...

The fires dying, hold me closer,
lay down with me, with your arm around me...

Pale skin, bright eyes, hair as dark as night
she stands in her dress...

As I wait here alone, I begin to wonder
why we've been put on this rock, so far apart...

And she'd do anything to be beautiful
to be perfect...

In my eyes your image will reflect
when I hold you tight and snug...