Bitter like the wind you
Speak to me like I should...

When does attraction become more...?
Standing at my locker talking to you about things...

Winter’s breath on autumn's gales,
Our hearts entwine...

Hand in hand and heart to heart
can we fall together...

Every so often
I sleep for fun...

Blind to minutes, moments
They make no difference...

On the doorstep of our romance
Something that is still yet to be...

As I take my final breath
I prepare for a noble death...

When I walk by,
Can you feel what I hide...