This chaos seems so beautiful,
like the words twisting on my tongue...

My heart still beats for you
and you know...

It seems this snow is burning...
but that seems impossible, you see...

Shoot the breeze
with me...

Sitting at the edge of the earth,
sweet lemonade in my hand...

I'm just so sick
of being tired...

I feel so sick
of being alone...

I'm sorry if I'm runnin through your head
and i keep you up at night...

Little house of mirrors
reflects a thousand times...

It seems like every mirror's broke',
your face always looking back at me...

I've got my head in the clouds
and I'm on my tippy toes...

Funny how these dark clouds
seem to brood within our minds...