It's a quiet night with crickets,
one of those nights where it's ok...

Pop-can memories
of bubbles in your throat...

What's it to die quietly?
Floating through the clouds...

Jack-o-lantern faces,
they aren't really there...

Roses falling down the drain,
like water droplets and memories...

Tonight, it's raining roses.
They're falling on your head...

Wrapped up in the snowy silence,
grey clouds fading out and in...

Unheard little lullabies,
cliche wonderwalls...

Painting the roses red
when they're already a lovely shade of white...

We're sitting on the rooftop,
the world is all alight...

Detatched and hardly breathing,
the sky is falling in...

Moons of ecstasy revolving,
Fading in and out of black...