If i lie here and let you go as far as you want,
will you break me...

Beds of thorns,
floors of broken glass...

The nymphs cradle me
and spred dew on my cheeks...

The cold steel against my skin the sharp pain as...

She died
it was the 15th...

Underneath the black
you see a girl...

It was cold that night
i touched your hand, cold as ice...

A teardrop falls and the earth shakes someone...

Deep in a sea
that will never end...

I need you and i miss you
why wont you turn around...

What would you say if i was crying
my tears made a puddle...

She looks warm,
Happy...