Time creeps by in slow motion.
When you're not within my arms...

When she looks in his eyes
she sees her future...

Kissing
Gentle and smooth...

You are my Buttercup,
My friend of eight years...

Looking across the crowded room,
Occasionally exchanging glances...

You told me that you loved me,
that you would never hurt me...

Swooping through the air
as they fight the crows...

What do you want?
Just leave me alone...

The wind wraps its cold fingers around me,
And the snow nips at my skin...

In the stone are stories of lovers now lost.
Covered in the cobwebs and dust of time...

She slipped way
Lonely, she's lost...

Time will never heal it.
Home is no home to me...