I loved a man once, when i was young
who said he knew how to fly...

I find myself a stranger
in deep clothing...

If absence makes the heart grow fonder
why do i hate you so much...

I always tried shooting for the moon
expecting some brilliant prize...

From Interstate-40
sort of looks like God got...

Sometimes i dream in
black and white...

Violent daggers
fall from the hands of innocence...

There's a haunting silence
amongst the crowd...

That boy's got eyes like
1992...

Needle and thread to that
hole in your head...

This is the FULL title,, it was too long;
He's not a charmer, he just has nice hands. i bet...

I clawed at fate
with fingernails...