It doesn't matter how great she says you are,
nor how beautiful...
It's all my fault
I screwed up...
Days pass with hopes in vain
Confusions pouring, heavy as rain...
My man says he feels no emotions.
He says he has no thoughts...
We spent the night in a mystical wood.
Shadows, cloaked, wept over our innocent bodies...
Standing at the seaside in Denmark
Looking over the endless waves...
I know love can be as tuff as sweet
love is a shooting star shining bright...
When I'm feeling sad and lonely
If I'm feeling blue...
She sat her withered self beside his chair,
tenderly held his wrinkled hand in hers...
She is pale maple.
Small, grain-lines throughout...
Afternoon daydreaming
Softly leaning my head...
You brought me back
from the very edge...