Wrists are made for slicing
bones are made to brake...

I choke on the word I love you
i reach for an impossible embrace...

Dusty clouds echo the motion
of the battle fought this day...

Have you ever had a man look through you?
Although you know he's not looking at all...

Dusty clouds echo the motion
of the battle fought this day...

You've got ONE issue
lying there...

A book of memories lay on my lap
as i flick from page to page...

There's a little place within my dreams
with clear blue Sky's and trickling streams...