The man in the moon has a smile
on his face, as I search the stars...

Twinkling stars are shining bright
in the canvas of the midnight sky...

Oh throbbing pain,
whispers abandoned...

If your heart had the gift of speech,
tell me what would it say...

You blindfold me with velvet,
whispering in your cotton voice...

Gone is the sunshine
hiding behind the clouds...

My head rests gently upon your chest
as it slowly rises up and down...

My heart is healing
because of my angel's love...

I think of all the things you say
and wonder if they're true...

Misjudging mirror,
you stare at me...

The light slowly fades
as the sun disappears behind the hill...

My heart is shutting down again
as fast as lightning strikes down a tree...