It's unimaginable, completely farfetched,
The roads it'd take to get to you...

Your voice is like a saxaphone's sigh.
Saying you aren't cahrming would only be a lie...

Stretched on a lawn
Gazing at the sky...

Without a doubt
Without a trace...

We almost knew
The end was near...

I watched from the balcony as the smell stung my...
I felt the electricity from my head to my toes...

You make my blood boil.
You make my skin crawl...