The violin strings, the poet's ink
Deep inside the winter of discontent...

There's nothing left to remember
there's nowhere left to go...

Another dream is breaking up
and its complimenting sorrow...

If i gave you my trust
will you break it today...

Its so alone, I miss your grace now,
This house is not a home...

Our faces fall apart
forever, you just cant outwit your life...

Colors on black
never seem to change their shade...

Fear is all that folds,
the insane with words that speak of wisdom...

...Unperturbed by the darkest one...
...Unabated by the rising sun...

Sit alone here , I'm missing you
I tried so hard to smile...

Is there a hero somewhere
who'll break these walls...

I hold you like a breath
so deep within...