I take your hands in mine,
And pull you close to me...

Whispers,
Fluttering in the breeze...

That night,
Those eyes...

The lies they mutter,
Trying to get me to stutter...

Ruffling his green feathers,
The mallard swims...

How do I describe,
A someone...

The day I looked into you eyes,
I knew from the start...

I'm holding onto something
That doesn't belong to me...

BLIND
B-oy, it was a crazy...

Sitting in the sidelines,
Gazing across the field...

A moonlit night,
Gently rolling waves...

If you go to a place off by the coast,
You'll discover a small run down cottage...