The silver moon hangs upon a string
Another prop in my ever changing life...
I remember the first time I saw you
It was right then that I knew...
Old-style country
You don't love me anymore...
Lost in the moment
Where I'm caught in the spell...
We’re no stranger to each other
But we stalk the walls of this party...
Do you still think about me
do I haunt your dreams...
Life was different for him;
he was lovesick...
Rest yourself within my bones
Your breath is in my veins...
Don’t make me, as I already am
Teasing distantly with set of knives...
Science is often considered
dull and mundane...
I really am so sorry
How perfect it would be...
If you were my portrait then I'd be your brush
Painting your colours so vivid and lush...