I tried to speak out,
But you never listened...

Speak your way into my dreams,
The time is right, the time is untorn...

The pages fill with small writing,
And the edges are a bit torn, from time...

The damned don't know yet,
The damned can't hear this...

You say I'm crazy
I say, hey maybe I am...

Let me tell you a story,
There once was a girl who grew up in a very strict...

The sound of your voice echo's in my head.
And your face is in my eyes once more...

It could leak from your finger tips,
just like the crimson from my wrists...

Her hair is as dark as the night
and her eyes glitter ever so bright...

My eyes begin to wonder,
Across this blue yonder...

With every cold shudder my body releases,
My head, my heart....ache so much...

Tilt your head, fix your face.
Oh lord, who are you now...