wrapped around your little finger.....
You're groomed like a cigarette...

TORN;
Apart, apart...

Since the age of time
We've tracked it's pace...

I am but a Grain of Sand
finely divided...

Rabbit Hole:
Absolutely, nothing new...

From the origin of talk
We've spoken of love...

No, I don't need these eyeballs
The Good Lord has given me...

It was the year of 1927
Coolidge was President...

Those sunny Heavens did shine down on us
That smultery midday July the fourth...

I'm a lucky Dandelion
Thriving in the yard...

I'm drowning in this rubble
What my life has accumulated...

It's morse code
Between two thumping hearts...