There she is again
Speaking in a language...

I see all of these people
Dying for someone to hear them...

Oh My Love,
How dare you...

With creation
Comes prosperity...

All those things I miss are followed by all that I...
So to complain and ask for it all back...

Through all of our turmoil
I couldn't realize why I was holding on...

Its hard to hide from the fears inside,
the fires of anger overflowing with the need to...

If i fell would u catch me
take me by the hand...

Tell me your secrets tell me your fears
perhaps there will be my thought entwined...

And i will ask the question
with your questioning face at it's side...

Follow me down this road
Follow me down until there is no turning back...

Ive never cared this type of caring before
It hurts when I see your blank face...