A star burns, flickers
within the fractures of these faces...
Something about bombs.
Something about death...
An officer fell—
today he won’t...
Tonight I will melt
vanilla spice, weave...
I can hear the rain
watch the branches move...
Oh slip into your comfort zone
On these cold and frosty nights...
I thought love was a language
I’d forgotten how to speak...
I will be with you
My friend...
Somewhere in time
I need to make...