All alone with
nowhere to go...

You are my Buttercup,
My friend of eight years...

Kissing
Gentle and smooth...

When she looks in his eyes
she sees her future...

In the stone are stories of lovers now lost.
Covered in the cobwebs and dust of time...

The wind wraps its cold fingers around me,
And the snow nips at my skin...

You told me that you loved me,
that you would never hurt me...

What do you want?
Just leave me alone...

Swooping through the air
as they fight the crows...

She slipped way
Lonely, she's lost...

Looking across the crowded room,
Occasionally exchanging glances...

Stars twinkling in the night sky
as wisps of clouds pass in front...