King to Bishop two and four
Now we are fighting Bush’s wars...

The softest wisper and gentle touch
Send my heart soaring to an unearthly place...

I got a pebble in my head
And I don’t mean like bam bam...

The rain, like acid falls on my skin
melting to expose the mystery within...

Memories of a distant morning
Trickle down the window glass...

So many tears wasted, hours pass away
Millions deserted, hearts left a stray...

Deceptions of a good world
Lie beneath your feet...

When days turn to night
the skys darken...

You are my perfect rose
my love for you is always in bloom...