I walk through the sultry hollow
In the city of kings...

Where were you those cold winter nights
Where were you when my heart was so tight...

He looks at me
With those hazel eyes...

These melting clocks and Mona Lisa smiles
Mixed up in the squares of Picasso’s lies...

They say I got this disease called Love
My body shivers and I can't go on...

Dear Lord
I thank thee...

There is a white tip to the rose's pedals
It exists in just a whisper; lost in a spin of...

I am the daughter of God
the wings of an angel...

The moonlight shines and I remember the reflection...
Walking hand in hand...

I believe in the bittersweet taste
Of the lies you fed me, day after day...