This moving thing kills me
Puts a twist in my back...

There is no exceptions
No conditions or reservations...

Without any stipulations
Or influenced by nothing...

Fly like a helicopter
In the same place...

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

When we first met
I was on the rebound...

I'm a little Angelfish
I live beneath the sea...

Like a broken seam
That's been ripped apart...

It falls in February
The shortest month of all...

If i could see behind your silver
Your prism of refracted colors...

She takes my breath away
And warms my heart everyday...

Oh voices oh voices
Inside of my head...