The moonlight plays blue off the rooftops.
The crickets play softly, the rhythm's skill...

Dear Diary,
I seem so far away now...

The edge of the blade.
The peak of the high...

The tale of a young man
his eyes opened like new...

My pride's out the window.
My flesh released to the wind...

Audible only to God
my mumbled prayer...

"I can't wait to be alone."
That's all she thinks out there...

Sheryl Crow fills the otherwise silent room.
Fan blades spin...

Never satisfied
sucking air...

Dear Sir, I don't know why,
but this is a new feeling...

Thinking with my liver.
Home alone, alone...

The heavens fall
with the sound of a spark...