And if she fell for paris
Through loves impatient aim...

Wish upon stars and hope they come true
I wished upon one once, I wished for you...

There's dirt on my hands mum
There's dirt in my hair...

She came falling from the clouds that day
In flames of pearly white...

It's the night of the hunter,
The plauguing disease...

Decay endures a spiteful anger
Whilst beauty rages wild...

So many words that I could use,
But I only choose those three...

Time held my fingers
She cupped my palm...

Curl up as tight, it'll never rest,
Stop this heart beating right out of this lonely...

Why keep speaking,
When there's not much to say...

Nothing is untouchable
Yet far away it seems...

I remember when we were side by side
When nothing stood in our way...