Thoughts tangled in passion's red locks,
Paranoid by the sound of you're breathing...

Slowly the light begins to fade,
away, away, left in the dark...

I long to feel him in my arms again,
A few weeks it has been...

Love is...
I really don't know...

Looking across the room,
Wishing I could just hallucinate you there...

Don't sleep so near to the ocean shore,
As the tide picks up even more...

There she sat,
Someone so dear and special to me...

You'll never find the perfect girl,
Although I have heard you speak her name...

Kill love, save me;
I hate the tears...

Still;
Still is this room...

Run through fields of dreams,
Touch my hand...

Our secret love,
As we stand behind these open doors...