Come follow me to far off lands,
To pirate islands and pearly sands...

Flowers wither and chocolates mold,
Soon tossed away with food gone old...

My love,
Is as a song never sung, a story never written...

We are but empty vessels,
Walking silhouettes...

I stand on the corner and contemplate,
The floor adorned in a sea of red...

The first time it was such a rush,
From the second it touched my lip...

I dream this night
And think of the day...

I am followed by one I know,
Who takes away my loneliness...

The first time it was such a rush,
From the second it touched my lip...

Today as I look back at those that were lost,
People we loved whose paths we once crossed...

I lie in my bed and think
Of places I would like to go...

Haunted by an unforgiving past,
I swim in oceans of the deepest blues...