She's sitting in forgotten rooms,
remembering word by word...

I wish I could hear the sun
not as a gleaming ball of fire in the sky...

Weakly, for drained I am of every strength,
reach my tattered hands toward the sun...

A zipper closes with the ease of hate
too many footsteps walk to the gate...

Sometimes it's better not to know
a message written on the floor...

The chill spreads throughout my body,
his fingers are crawling up my side...

You may think her smile is beautiful,
her eyes like stars in their brightness...

I know i might be weak,
falling at the lap of waves touching my feet...

The bells toll,
The bells of death...

No matter how hard i try
i cannot say goodbye...

Air below freezing,
Wolves howl to the moonlight...

She wanders on the broken road
tears could be the rain...