Tears of laughter in the dying light
The good all hanging from a great height...

You can fall asleep on my knees
And I’ll still think your brave...

In the school rooms
Coloured in the brightest of paints...

One night I awoke
And saw her cross my grave...

Why do flowers drop their seeds and then they die?
Why do beggars ask for forgiveness just like I...

The nightfall wrapped in silence
Falls upon frost bitten rose hill...

What lies are sort out in silence
What truth is found in a name...

An auburn haze descends this autumn night
Pollutants pry their fingers down throats...

Blue stricken eyes
Bleeding from terror...