One more bottles staring match
Out of conversations catch...

When midnights charm has left my side
I'll return to sane...

A life with torture
a life with hate...

I've spent my time
With drowsy eyes...

Into the blizzard
she is shoved...

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

I don't want your stupid clothes
Take back you retched books...

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

To the nights when I read more than I talk,
Think more than I should...

Through grass through earth, through wind through...
I wonder on, i do conspire...

She walks down to breakfast
And she seems happy...

An angel so perfect
Was put through such hell...