Tell me, what it is you want me to be
And make of me, what it is you want from me...

Night falls slowly
As I sit and wonder where all my freedom has...

The lost seasons of
Childhood, and playful days...

Please believe
I never want you to be Orpheus...

I miss the brushing of your fingers against mine
As we walked side by side...

The stars all lost their meaning-
after that night...

Well i don't think this air
is enough to keep me breathing...

I'm a song playing on the radio
A little out of tune...

In front of a crowd
I am hidden...

It was a warm day, December 31st of 1999
I remember it so well...

No there's nothing holding me
It's so empty down here...

There's something unrealistically glorious at that...
Because I'm not happy, on the contrary...