And as i cry myself to sleep every night
I hope it rains like hell in your dreams...

The mask comes off
To my burning skin...

My life has become
A lullaby for young...

You look so happy
In your iridescent light...

A figure on a wall
The pious mother of God...

Cry your pretty eyes out
Let my bones soak up your tears...

If i swallowed these pills
Would they really end my tears...

In life we worry what people think
In death we worry about our deeds...

Thy love is running course
Its rapids become too strong...

\\\"Dust in the wind\\\"
Never knew what that meant...

Walk the dusty path
Never looking back...

Everything we know today
Will be the questions of tomorrow...