Floating in infinite black
Stars are stars...

Heat emanates and without an emulsifier,
love falls apart...

We had too much class for Marquee on Vegas...
where gray pigeons from the street, painted white...

My typewriter is my instrument.
Hear me banging furiously...

Cool wind blowing through my hair
Smells of earth and sweat...

I feel safe with him,
usually...

Rays burst between peaks
Melting snowcapped mountain tops...

I thought it was complacency
Stole my passion for the dramatic...

I begged you, 'please don't cry'
I said, 'everything will be okay...

She stands beneath a mistletoe
out in the snow...

There's something aged and
ancient about you...

Unfasten your mind belt
And your secret place, safe...