She opened her ruby eyes;
The light overhead shown down...

While everyone whispered to me,
Give it up, move on, just let go...

I was lying in a field of dying grass
Staring at the bright blue sky overhead...

When I first had the pleasure
of meeting your kindred spirit...

Can't you see she's a girl with a kind soul?
She's the kind of girl...

You keep me on my hands and knees,
Crawling across this glass shard floor...

I know that when I hear the sound of shot glasses
Echoing loud on the marble counter-top...

There are too many days
Where it feels like I'm dreaming...

This might not make much sense to you,
It barely makes any sense in my head...

And there are times where I feel as naked
As the water fresh from the tap...

And as the clock struck midnight,
I knew from the first chime...

If this is where we are,
Falling asleep as languid lovers...