The Soul, curving and smooth,
Its endless bend, across that skin it would sooth...

I want to you to hold me.
I want you to feel my skin and tell me...

Shrinking into darkness,
Wandering around this cornered space...

The wind shudders along a dry landscape of barren...
The dust flies through the air like a swarm of...

I would follow you to the ends of the earth.
Touch your picture at night to feel your presence...

Angie, oh Angie, let me sing you a song,
I want you to know there's no wrong...

And I waited for you at the door.
I stood there and you came...

Beauty from within.
I want to take you out, piece by piece...

Look up at the billowing shapes.
They float aimlessly through the blue sea of...

Just leave.
Don't ever come back...