The misery of breathing;
Multiplication...

If I ask for your hand
And say its time to leave...

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

You're the prettiest thing on earth
A landscape with a sunset cries...

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

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

Walking in the middle of the road
Feeling so alone...

Two hearts beating in a special day
And in a special way...

I'm thinking right now
Of when we were so young...

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

I find it pretty
Though its actually sad...

I love to love,
Though I have no love...