My girlfriend was lovely,
I loved her so...

Maestro start.
Slowly raise the string's voices...

In the morning of the day,
to the evening of the night...

My head is well complied with many ideas,
but it also supplies hate...

Upon the Earth,
on the land...

I can see a color,
but I can’t seem to define it...

I am safe,
unseen...

In darkened corners of helpless room
with faint echos lingering in the air...

Any day in the park was fine with me,
but I soon had paranoia...

And it wept,
the sky broke open...

From the dawn
that creeps upon the Earth...

Night covered the sky
like a blanket over a child...