The tides wash ashore, salt in the air, to live in...
Destitute for depression, this inaudible...

One thousand melodies in tune,
the guitar stings emit my tears tonight...

I miss the way you smiled at me when I listened to...
I miss the smell of your hair...

I went to write 1000 words about a Sunday dream
Inside these romantic shaded walls...

Upon melodies carried by chariots
Sweeping steadily towards the lonesome stars...

Nothing here
where ashen blackens eyes with fear...

Hangover from your kiss, the sweetest smiles still...
Anticipating the silence, scars on your lower back...

Lonely walks and cigarettes, coffee breaks on lazy...
Many men to love your smile...

Sleeping and dreaming, dreaming of sleep. Biting...
Go the whole way, and see how you deal with the...

Rounded edges lonely roads
Collapsing caskets and mortal masks to wear...

I love the warmth,
When the sun burns out my eyes...

The violin plays
And keeps on playing...