I never made a tear on your pillow.
But my mascara probably still soils the sheets...

Curled up like a fetus, without
The protection of her mother's womb...

Like two cars
That pass...

Radiating heat scans across my skin
I look around, and see friends...

See the world through your wide innocent eyes,
brown and large they do not seem the same size...

If you fight your way
through the window of freedom...

'Remember when...'
I would solemnly say...

'I'm so disappointed.'
That's what they'll say...

I'm hopelessly hopeful,
With the back door left open...

Step off a stone,
Into Lover's Leap...

I'm with you
In mind...

Living in a cloud of smoke
My lungs are black and raw...