Go walk down this hate filled street
and watch me drift away...

Broken hearts
and broken dreams...

Oh little one
don't break your wings...

We used
To be...

As we march
they slowly cry...

What's this thing I've found in here?
Its true intention I do fear...

My poison of choice
Is a bottle of doubt...

As waves jump high
And tides run low...

Clouds are rushing
Falling by...

The words I've missed so dearly
Have been found in thoughts pretend...

Restless and running, you're desperate, she's dead
Yearning and burning straight out of your head...

I warned myself to stay away
To keep true to the light...