At the ends of the earth,
our faith reaches out to the sky...

I'm going to draw a picture,
I'll draw it with a twist...

In my slumber,
I sit and I wonder...

As I lay in my bed all the plain in my head wont...
For all the lies I said I would rather be died...

Life is like a door it can open it can close.
when I see you I do fear that life is to short...

My heart will never heal,
by the way you made me feel...

Sitting in the pooring rain,
all the things I wished in vain...