This night i heard a promise
The voice that speaks within...

Trains have been wrecked
I see it's drift from afar...

Please take this grain of sand
It's from my desert on the moon...

In an instance of glory
pure life fights lull fall...

Offer me my soul, and sell me my rights
I'd like not to be free, of torturous shame...

Just another drop
Come on man, fill it to the top...

I've had my opportunities
the worst of misdemeanor these...

Narnia it is, she says
with a bottle of fizz...

Shattered, beaten, battered and bruised
I'll live this curse, there's nothing to lose...

Rendezvous with a stereotypical stranger
hats off to you sir, wearing and tearing, BC to AD...

Let me take you by the hand
i'll show you love...

I'm not the man I thought i'd be
not like you, my friend...