Pick up the phone
Nobody's there...

Born a simple sinner
God's sweet gift to all...

If truth fell from your lips
As often as a lie...

Time tore them asunder
Hearts drowning in the rain...

Limbs of a dismembered poet
Buried between pages of life...

Swallow your jealousy
It's not pretty...

I remember you
With every aching bone in my body...

Why oh why, can dear, sweet love not be found?
Are these eyes too old and blind to see it...

Time erased the love we held
Lonely came to grace...

Silent lips
Screaming eyes...

Wide awake
Yet fast asleep...

Two lips intertwined in madness
Pursue trappings of the heart...