You walk out of your house
You trip and you stumble...

Splatter, plop
Drip, Drop...

You think you're in love
when you don't know...

Music is life...
Music is death...

Your world is filled with devastation
There is debris everywhere...

PURE, BRIGHT WHITE DOVES
GLIDING THROUGHT THE AIR...

The heat of the moment
a powerful, dangerous thing...

When I look into your eyes
I see endless possibilities...