Soft is your warm little hand
Inside my coarse, rough palm...

You're something unreal
Like traces of stardust in the road...

Its October 1st, the first day of my life
The first day of looking for you...

A single strand of your golden hair
Is enough to make me wild...

Love me when im lonely
But not because I'm sad...

Open up to me
Like Juliet on her balcony...

You're going to a place thats very safe
where you wont ever have to see his face...

The misery of breathing;
Multiplication...

The nameless epitaph
Of the ghost of time...

After what we've gone through
It could never be the same...

Leaping from a tall cliff
Holding you in my arms...

Glistening flower
So pink and red...