Evening to night.
Night to eternity...

Never having a conversation.
Never having true love...

In my darkest hour,
I find the color black appealing...

Why must this living room be empty?
What does it try to prove...

How can you describe a broken heart?
It's building legios and taking them apart...

Dreaming of black and white landscapes,
Where shadows emerge and disappear...

I wrote your name in the sand,
But the waves washed it away...

Could my eyes deceive me?
Could it really be your reply...

Focus young one.
What is the problem...

What is this amazing sunshine
That follows me home and never prevails...

What were you thinking?
When I walked out of that room...

The sun is setting.
It's off the bed with the sky...