Your hair are the waves of the Miami swell
Your curves are the hills of Ireland...

Although it feels so good,
You seem so distant...

I'm feeling lost,
All alone...

Constantly I Crave...
I Crave for the Grave...

Time took my prayer to the wind,
And it returned with you...

So off alone I fly,
To where home may be...

I live with too much,
Too much guilt...

Feelings for the one,
Echo through my chest...

The sky so high,
It's there I want to take you...

We built a house,
Or so it seemed...

I Call it how I see it,
I'll cut straight to the point...

Too long have I done this,
Blamed my self for our end...