Have you ever felt the way,
I feel when im having a down day...

Pretty Girl,
Dont you know...

Cold as ice your heart chips
And slides from your eye sockets...

Lay me down dead,
On this cold easter's eve...

You spun and walked away from me,
With curls that rock to and fro...

Days spin too slowly in passing
Net too swiftly in context...

No one knows I know your home
Each room and the habits alike...

I'm pale chipmunk cheeks and innocence.
Tousled hair and naivety...

Little sister, in her taps
Small red dress upon their laps...

There you were and greatness bound.
And you held close to you the sunshine...

She holds a miniture glass bottle
Deep inside, like secret treasure...

The treasure trove of life
Kept secret by flashlight late at night...