Sitting here alone in this room;
Sadness enclosing like a tomb...

The sweet scent of spring
lingering in the air...

...So how about we escape this place,
get out, get on, get gone...

Laying down her weary head she dreams
of things being what they seem...

I am always running,
always trying to hide...

I can't imagine life without you,
before I don't know how...

One morning, I went downstairs,
expecting everything to be fine...

Arm outstretched,
reaching for you...

Something More~
You and me, here right now...

She smiles her sweet smile,
but she is suffering...no one knows...

Lay down your weary head,
permit your shaky soul rest...

Thanks for nothing, and when you would lie;
Then you'd wonder why I'd cry...