I will hurt.
I will need...

A bandit man,
A hundred years ago...

She stands a'front the alter
His pale pallor of bride...

How deep goes the rabbit-hole?
The chasm of my soul...

Outside a swirling tempest
Fills the morning sky...

Do you not speak for lack of words?
Or because you have too many...

I wonder everyday, what oblivion is like.
I felt myself fade away once and liked it...

Arm in arm we walk,
Upon the broken glass...

There was a boy who loved another
Destined they where to find each other...

Musical ambitions in many a mind,
Sleeping out, glad it was fine...

I see no sweetness in this,
Only pain through bitter tears...

On a night that I shared in a field
Of magic and imagination...