Drops of rain against my head,
Just as well they all seem dead...

Close my eyes - don't want to see,
how the darkness captures me...

It's been so long since I saw light,
I begin to think that there's just dark...

I saw you waving at me,
across a rebelious sea...

A thin cotton dress thrown,
in a heated moment across the room...

We've grown tired of this house,
together we've tried all the games...

Air,
keeps me awake...

Sometimes you can be so cool,
sometimes you can be both condescending and cruel...

It came to us disguised as night,
demons and winged beasts with a flame in each...

I call you my love,
because you adore me...

Pete Becker made the newswire this morning,
big picture from a holiday in Sweden...

Am I good or am I bad?
am I an angel or a demon...