Two grown, little men stuck in one simple girl
Who is lost and confused in her own little world...

Mr. Vigilant, he's quick to judge and always...
To know which way the wind should blow...

The words are spoken , they come so silent,
the only thing left is to feel the violence...

I wake up to the cold blast of the morning,
The shivering wind has me mourning...

You're my muse
I hold dearly...

I came running when the sun rang through
Just to hear the falling grace of the moon...

I'm thinking of you like the sun
And I know that we are one...

I wait for you eagerly
Silently...

How beautiful and mighty
Is the rose's red embrace...

Black crow gnaws
Through plastic of the soul...

I can't think straight,
Nobody around...

There she is, laying
On her side; into the garden...