Smoke encircles every memory I have
Because smoke encircles every memory of you...

Every second is our past
We live through it...

She followed me home again today
Footsteps crescendo on the leaves...

If it weren't for music, where would we be?
It connected us from the start...

So many thoughts
Jogging across the highways of my mind...

Long bus rides
Searching...

If only days flew
With wings painted white...

Sometimes I wonder if people understand
That not everything in life is plain black...

My love
Is forever...

Ever since the day I found out
I've been numb to your touch...

People always wonder what it means to love
What it means to know, everyday...

A seed, planted carefully by the hands of a child
Cared for with the most tender of gestures...