That Sunday
it came...

I planted it,
In my back garden...

I hate the way I'm always so angry,
I hate the way you know me...

Why am I here again?
It's always the same place...

I'm sick of being fake,
I just want to scream...

Lives torn apart,
Right at the seams...

I know I've stuffed things up,
And I know I can't change the past...

The wolf howls,
The wind blows...

A walk along the beach,
Rain drips onto the sand...

One last touch
one last hold...

I touch the keys
lightly at first...

If I feel unhappy,
Will you be there...