A thrumming heart is heard
And his presence is the drummer...

The fire.
It hurts, but often its too beautiful to pull your...

Take my money and throw it to the sea,
Or my wealth and home in which I reside...

"Mr Jekyll, it's been a while,
And still I've never seen your smile...

The dark grew slowly,
Riding bare-back...

When we look into the past,
and all we see is sorrow...

Tearing at my cheekbones and
Pulling on my hair...

The feeling of being so small.
Being lost beneath the diamond sky...

The moonlight strokes the surface,
Of the lake, among the night...

Look into my eyes.
Turn your gaze away...

I know she waits, within its walls.
Black is the cave in front of me...

The weather feels like singing,
When greeted by the trees...