You've left a coldness in me;
one my electric blanket can't even fix...

The sky cries out
the sun dips low...

I'm a Fallen Angel destined to fly,
broken and crazy but too strong to cry...

An eagle perches on a mountaintop,
to see if he found what he had sought...

Sun and Sky, Mountain and Stream,
Nothing is ever as it seems...

In my eyes there is a fire,
kindeled by the soul purpose of finding you again...

I stay among the rubble,
and try not to look sad...

How old is the white rabbit,
that sits upon your face...

All I wanted was for you to take this pain away,
but all you did was make it worse...

The night's eyes are watching us,
during the times we grieve...

This fire that dwells is in my soul,
It burns up all good and leaves me with nothing...

Through the days
she sits alone...