She hurried to the kitchen and onto the stove.
Water was boiling, spilling from a small pot...

There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...

Thinking, thinking...
The clock is ticking...

The town I grew up
had an oasis of hypocrites...

When the day begins and the kids awake,
The toys at hand, I feel they shake...

It's true so many flowers bloom with water,
but you do not - you bloom with love, my love...

It's true so many flowers bloom with water,
but you do not - you bloom with love, my love...

In the garden there's a snake in a compartment,
a compartment that is darker than a cavern...

At the Shore . . .
There was a wave, a tiny wave...

The witch in black has cast a spell
To bring to Earth the worst of Hell...

I was a white-yellowish left shoe,
with black and thin laces tied-up...

And so my Will is the captain,
and I'm the ship...