My deadly snake venum
is coursing through your veins...

Can a broken heart really mend
Can it be stitched back together...

Her yellow crown
Trumpet shaped...

She's my paragon from Heaven
Because she's a cut above...

Those pains that's imprisoned
In our heart of hearts...

If i was a sparkle
In your eye...

The fresh scent of her smell
Came upon me like thin air...

The odds stacked against us
Slim chance at that...

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

Tonight my beautiful love
Underneath this firy shadow...

Christmas with leaves
Still high on the tree...

These thoughts that clown my mind
They put on a circus deep down inside...