In the early light of morning
In those moments when life begins...

If I had another way
I would give up on this...

At the back of the crowd
She sits alone on an empty chair...

You are my sweet drug
The one I can't seem to let go of...

I'm wound up small and tight
I don't know what's going on...

Slowly now he takes my hand
When no one understands...

You wish you had the certainty
To make it through the day...

They lie on the golden sand below
Along the ocean's lazy waves...

In lonely hours
The tears devour you...

Take me in
Then spit me out...

Booming Roses
The blooming roses...

They come so unexpectedly
And out of nowhere at all...