Every so often
I sleep for fun...

Bitter like the wind you
Speak to me like I should...

As I take my final breath
I prepare for a noble death...

When I walk by,
Can you feel what I hide...

Hand in hand and heart to heart
can we fall together...

When does attraction become more...?
Standing at my locker talking to you about things...

On the doorstep of our romance
Something that is still yet to be...

Winter’s breath on autumn's gales,
Our hearts entwine...

Blind to minutes, moments
They make no difference...