What is this feeling,
Girl you're a tease...
I'm not as nice as you think I am,
I don't believe in life...
I dream of a love suspended on silver strings
Like the golden moon ever changing...
If you were to call me a rose
I'd say "With a million thorns."...
The darkness creeps our from the shadows,
It overtakes my body...
Sweet morning dew,
Sparkles at the break of dawn...
This girl, her hands are cold to the touch,
But she got a warm breath...
We're so lost; soulless
Like broken wings; flightless...
You could not see that I cared,
And still I stood beside you...
The place where my heart should be aches,
Embedded into my soul our mistakes...