Get out of my heart; get out of my brain
I need you to leave me...

Our complex emotion is evident
not one-sided, false, or fake...

Give your hand and lead this dance
It's romance...

Catch the aspect of her eyes
a truth or is it lie...

He's fading, indifferent to everything real
desperately crying for less pain to feel...

I'm a pecan shell - I'm tough to undo
you cannot do it and desire a clue...

"Come on Beth, you will be late,"
Rose said just as the clock struck eight...

"Come on Beth, you will be late,"
Rose said just as the clock struck eight...

Bright blue eyes appear so quick
for lunch he knows just what to pick...

We face our fears with tear strewn eyes
and bury pain with heart felt cries...

There in the back deep depths of my mind
Lies a woodpecker tapping...

You're my beauty, my terror
my dark and my light...