We had much to talk
about...

Still I cry
it is not mine...

I am the dead soul that carries the living soul,
where love brings pain instead of joy...

I'm a sin,
what you see, you have seen...

I always wanted to be a millionaire...
now all I wish for...

In the sweetness of that voice,
made of every earthly sin...

The other who bears my name has begun to unknow...
He wakes when I sleep...

I sit alone, in the desert of my mind,
there is not peace but I love the silence...

There was something about you,
that kept me thinking much...

My heart is soaked,
in the pain you take...

I sit here watching,
watching nothing on my monitor...

I like it,
I love it...