Alone, without you
feel a pain...

All the things we lost in the rain
can never be recovered again...

I am young at heart
and so are you...

Blood running red in the gutter
Wind blowing cold in the streets...

Oh dear God
do not think this is odd...

My head unfurnished and hollow
no flowers in the window...

In my dreams
everything is clear...

You are yin to my yang
laughter to my smile...

Deep in my heart
I know it is true...

Light glowing
in the morning freeze...