As I look through two dreary windows I call my...
I think of all we've said and done...

I loved and lost
But what was the cost...

Occasionally I think that it should be a crime
To give up on true love before it is time...

I lay on my floor
Staring up at my ceiling...

Sing me to sleep
My darling dear...

Come forth and witness
A man's final fight...

Slowly but surely
She forgets he was born...

Standing at the creek bed
Memories flood his mind...

She lays in her room
Looking at the ceiling waiting for him to call...

If I told you I loved you
Would you laugh in my face...

The broken glass
And the bitter sweet memories...

Today is at its end
Tomorrow is already bleeding...