The endless possibilities of your words
have become spellbinding to me...

Your hypnotizing spell fell again
upon a helpless heart still holding on...

She tells me there are no promises,
no fairy tales, no happy endings...

Now the nights are turning warm again...
She'll close her eyes...

We called and called on destiny
then waited for her death...

Her lips sell magic
even still...

I own random words
and abstract dreams...

We called and called on destiny
then waited for her death...

She was paper, dissolving
from acid words...

He can tell you where the circle breaks-
I know him; he is truth...