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

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

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

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

He looks at me
With those hazel eyes...

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

Dear Lord
I thank thee...

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

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

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