Kirsty i love you so
i don't even have to try...

They say colour doesn't matter to the modern day
I'd like to believe that i really do...

I've been sitting here all day
with this pencil in my hand...

You captured and bird in you palm
and it was lead by temptation...

I tread on the stones that burn the soles of my...
and everywhere i turn there are demons of such...

The world of the living
has become the land of the dead...

I saw a boy on the train
who's face was very fair...

Every morning i wake
your the first on my mind...

To the fire fighters in the burning heat
to all the lovers who'll never meet...

Keep all your precious cash
keep your sporty cars...

Daddy i don't hate
but daddy i hate you...

Clammy skin and dusty bones
eyes of coal and heart of stones...