And here I lye,
naked, exposed...

I know,
you're used to crowds...

Sensational;
the need to love...

Whisper lost secrets of love;
tell me what I'm dreaming of...

Entwined, in love,
in beautiful bliss...

Behind the self-confident glare,
the long perfected hair...

The glammour of confusion
can rip apart the strings of any soul...

Can I have your hand,
your heart to hold...

As a child,
I sat upon my mother\'s bed...

Her heart,
(enigmatic by chance...