The chips are perfectly stale,
And the soda's purposely flat...

Searching their entire life,
For someone to sweep them away...

A lifetime between them,
A tragedy and love crisscrossed...

Sweet nothings generate around you,
Blue orchids appear where ever you step...

Standing in the hall,
Summer turns to fall...

Down in the darkest pits of hell,
He pushes aside all of his cares...

Torn eyes and bleeding tears,
Torturous smiles and gentle fears...

Bodys pressed together,
As the lights blink on and off...

Remnents of the last night,
lying on the ground...

We're standing in a line,
My friends and I...

Flowers bloom within the shade,
A ceiling fallen down...

In your eyes is a whole new world,
And no Horizon to seperate sky from earth...