Oh slip into your comfort zone
On these cold and frosty nights...

Never would a rose
Without a single thorn...

It was the year of 1986
Reagan was President...

A single drop of Love
That's teardrop in size...

Let me write you some poetry
Or just a love letter of words...

If you could take a colored picture
Of my heart and all it's seen...

There's a map to Heaven above
With each page white as a dove...

Beyond all the misery my heart has set free
And all the pain that it's bestowed upon me...

If you hold me up to any mirrow
Turning all my thoughts around...

He spins the chromium cyclinder
His shiny merry go round of death...

For starving hearts
Searching for love...

Birds are feeding
The bees are too...