In this swirling world of loss
with it's deceptive shades of love...

Would you crush these hopes
if they were your own...

Won't you hand me back my life?
You've stolen it away...

I walked down the road
staring at the ground...

The willfull swords of stealers
hitting the wounds of the stolen...

The cold night grows and birhgtly the moonshines
but It can't show my minds horrible twisted vine...

When we were young we used to follow the old
road. It was swollen, pregnant like our minds...

Guarding the sullen fortress of hope
you stand a soldiers stance...

When the night reaches dawn
and the eagles fly...

Why do you cry so sad and lonely
you wish you could be his one and only...

Would you have me fall to the ground
and dwell forever beneath it...

Swirling around in the darkness
hoping to find something to set me free...