Repulsion feeds my own compulsion
and this cycle of hatred carries on...

Falsetto breeze
from a black plastic fan...

When I am ending my days
earlier and earlier...

Out my window...
A pond, some grass and some trees...

Is my guardian angel
going to become an angel tonight...

&&I guess the hardest part is
seeing you togehter...

I hate to be forcedinto silence
where everyone can hear your thoughts...

&&when you long for that razor,
that cutting edge...

I tried to take a chance
I had the world beneath my fingers...

I will smile and walk away-
Try to do whats right...

So smile at me across the room
So tell me you like the way I look today...

Youve got your heart set on me
so set on me...