The spiteful words, muttered
That you spat out like fire...

The poison in your breath
Will take me home again...

My dear Amanda with the golden hair
Don't mess around with a man who doesn't care...

With the power of the wind
The knowledge of the wild...

Farewell to long goodbyes.
(I'm dead and shattered...

Good afternoon, another miserable day
But don't look down and try to walk away...

Just as before, I leap in someone else's ocean
And their sea of troubles becomes mine...

Lost love, regained, is no longer lost
But the lady who wants it at any cost...

You're somebody's best friend,
You're somebody's high school crush...

I wish we had a chance
To do the things that lovers do...

The Nightingale was born one August evening
And on the 11th day of every month it rose...

I'm westbound on a train to see you
And don't know what face you'll make...