Music is my
soul...

More then once
I find my self crying...

Behind there well told lies
I see the hate filled eyes...

Over the edge
above the ground...

Hear I lay sound asleep
I don't know...

We run,
We hide...

You can always smile
and hold on to hope...

50 feet Intel the ground
ill bow my head soon to jump down...

Armour black as night,
Glinting from moons light...

A pen held high
she rights her song...

Crazy and weird,
So a lunatic I must be...

Walking alone
no one to phone...