Reaching in the cavity, the heart is pulled away
Twisted up in misery within it's own decay...

Perhaps, tonight I'll see the moon
Against the darkened sky...

Along the path of loneliness
She walks with tender steps...

There you sit among the clouds
Your light flickers and starts to fade...

She came to this chapel
just to sit for awhile...

[I woke up feeling kind of sick...]
My head is sore, my stomach aches...

The Magic of a Kiss
By: Twisted Heart...

Dirty hands, dirty faces
Hiding in dirty places...

Hark ye, into the slumber deep
Dark angel of the dreary night...

I see you, you reach for me
You touch me softly, inside me you creep...

She sits upon the cushion of a lonely chair
Among the pretty things she used to treasure...

Inside a shop on Willow street
You may stop and chance to meet...