My old blue jeans no longer fit,
a brand-new pair's in store...

A sated sea of golden sand
lays quiet in the shimmered sun...

A veil of stars twined within her hair,
a smile that drew the oceans waves...

Gazing up at greying skies
the rain falls down, drizzling pain and lies...

Forget, forget.
Don't take pains in yesterday...

At last...
I have you within my grasp...

He said that he loved me.
And I believed he truly did...

Where does a good soul go
if Heaven has no vacancy...

Two alone in a precious garden
of love; there a golden apple grew...

I've been saved by a silver mirror
hanging on a beaded crystal wall...

She's a broken butterfly,
drawn like moth to flame...

Ashes to ashes,
falling, crumbling...