How does it keep happening
to me, how do i let it...

Red makes
a single rose...

I'm stuck circling
lost in the rhythm of the path...

Night, where do you reside?
In the skies, on this earth...

Angel forsaken in the summer
who is there to guide me now...

Tickling the emerald leaves out there
shining through your windowpane...

I miss you, i want you but
go cry now, because its over...

I am the chalk on that dark driveway,
drowned in the torents of rain...

My dear come touch me, hold me
why are you so far away...

Empty room filled with nothing
wooden chairs, black wood desk...

On top of the hill watching
people ants crawling, scrambling...

She remembers the kisses
remembers the touches...