My mind.
Calloused and sore...

I could pull all the moves;
make the right noises...

Whispers of broken promises
To the tortured soul...

One Last Night
Is all I ask...

No,
I will not bend under this wieght...

Lovers by word
And we promise nothing...

I cant remember now,
How it started and where it ended...

So long my ice queen,
Hello my may flower...

This machine;
Made of muscle...

Girl,
This I know...

We're all full of meaning.
Meaning theres nothing left to me...

These things go unsaid.
And these secrets remain in the dark...