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

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

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

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

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

Still;
Still is this room...

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...

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

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

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