I stay among the rubble,
and try not to look sad...

Through the days
she sits alone...

You've left a coldness in me;
one my electric blanket can't even fix...

I'm a Fallen Angel destined to fly,
broken and crazy but too strong to cry...

The night's eyes are watching us,
during the times we grieve...

Sun and Sky, Mountain and Stream,
Nothing is ever as it seems...

The sky cries out
the sun dips low...

How old is the white rabbit,
that sits upon your face...

An eagle perches on a mountaintop,
to see if he found what he had sought...

In my eyes there is a fire,
kindeled by the soul purpose of finding you again...

This fire that dwells is in my soul,
It burns up all good and leaves me with nothing...

All I wanted was for you to take this pain away,
but all you did was make it worse...