The nighttime pleasure
Of the moon...

That weightless heaviness
Always pushing me down...

The blood pouring down my wrist is red
It fills my mind with final dread...

Beginning in the morning
With the rising of the sun...

One minute I'm happy
Loving life...

I hear the footsteps on the floor
I hear the slamming of the door...

By myself I sit, thinking of my thoughts
Cupid shooting arrows for my love that's lost...

I don't know this feeling
It was never there before...

Somewhere out there
Across the 50 states...

A need
A love that doesn't beg...

We look up at the sky
So big and wide and clear...

Stay a little longer
Why do you have to go...