Look at yourself
your such a mess...

The moon hangs high
Thats the first thing you notice...

If time could stand still, I'd freeze it here.
So you'd always hold me, close and near...

Laughter carried on a soft summer breeze children...
Of the child sat in mourning...

Glittering Drops in pools of tar
smiling; one tooth; misfits we are...

Soften the lights and step back to the scene of...
Red and violet the passion overiding...