Calla Lilly who was once sit in her silence,
her whisper dry, lips thin...

Tears, oh tears,
whispers of a wounded heart...

I wish someday,
I could brush your hair...

Alone in the middle of nowhere,
darkness is it's name...

With that desire in his soul,
Nothing but a cauldron of lust...

I cannot do the things,
which I cannot, that cannot be done...

You're made of copper,
silver and gold...

Glide me over your lips,
Like pride mumbling tricks...

I could be someday
traveling around the world...

She was terribly beating down,
piece by piece her soul is broken...

What an eye can see,
the wind provokes...

Do you know what it feels?
Listening to the music your guitar plays...