These scars will fade
The feeling will stay...

Sweet salvation
Is a place that I haven't seen for a while...

Walking to the bathroom
Sipping beer under their glares...

I hear the wind still
And it tells of open spaces...

The grey is lost
And nothing can take it back from you...

The tricker
Is a... something...

A cut is as good as a rose my sweet
No gesture of love could be as neat...

As another sun rises
On another broken daughter...

A fairy tale for forgotten children
The story teller tending a dying flame...

The saints they just told a lie
Heavens gone out of reach...

Beneath my wrist there are violin strings
But their music feels lost in the past...

There is a man, no-one has seen
Whose eyes are a sickly shade of green...