My girlfriend's in the hospital, things aren't...
Outside they're yelling something by the sands of...

Claire, the fair, red ribbons in your hair
So eloquently furnishing your clever stare...

I woke up feeling close to you.
Just wanted to say...

I'm left clutching you there
The minute you depart...

Its the last day of June
And I can feel the moon...

Come my way my light Of day
I've nothing more to say...

Confusion,
Illusion...

Sitting in thought, contemplating your face
Wishing you where closer to me...

Could I make you feel again?
And overtake all restless numbness...

I seek to please you
Anyway that's fair...

She says all men want is sex
But I just want to cuddle...

Oh, dear hatred;
Hatred for it all...