Sitting on the edge of a knife
is the skin of my arm...

In a city of angels
all fallen from the heavens...

When i talk to you
it never seems the same...

Laughing and singing
all now a thing of the past...

Walking through the dark alone
seeing quick motions...

Shallow hearts fill this hall
my tortured mind screams for help...

My one wish
Is for you to hold me tight...