There you sat
Watching TV...

During the day
I'm over you...

Her dress is ripped her wings are torn
Weeping maiden all forlorn...

The morning after
Last night before...

You are the torch
Lighting my path...

Walking through town
Just me and the boy...

I used to stare
In wonder out my window...

Curtains drawn, we take a bow
Audience echoing why and how...

Since you ended you and me
I tried to filter your memory...

I close my eyes
And there I see...

Humble beginnings
Is the start...

Waiting at the edge
For my train of thought to come...