There's a pretty
tangerine sky...

"I know,
we're young...

I sit beneath an old oak tree
There are tears running down my face...

Merry Christmas
you murmured...

We all sat there grieving as we heard the news.
Of course...

This is a story
of a girl and a boy...

I don't know if I can trust you
you've given me no reason to...

Through this night
I lay awake...

The time ticks by slowly,
without much thought...

I'm dancing to the rhythm of my footsteps,
trying to find the beat...

Unspoken dreams
and coffee machines...

Your mother cradled roses to her face
"Yellow," she said. "For...