Sweet sanctity of souls
tomorrow is...

Stop it, you're
making me dream about you...

Looking deep inside myself
my heart withering away...

A day without superb rendition,
i lay...

I loved a man once, when i was young
who said he knew how to fly...

It's not as if he's handsome
or carved, as a god, from the finest wax...

I always tried shooting for the moon
expecting some brilliant prize...

I find myself a stranger
in deep clothing...

I fear I do love the sea, ohh much
her word is swift...

Human instincs=
making the best decisions, like...

In a forest of green
there are two dead trees...

If absence makes the heart grow fonder
why do i hate you so much...