Their quick cheap laughs deserve no spade
Their shallow graves of lowest grade...

I love the windswept day outside
As I hold my head up and cry...

The gavel with its polished stained wood
fights for justice...

London bridge is falling down
and with her goes my sanity...

When I listen to myself
and hear thoughts deep down in...

I could chase the world around
Just searching for the scent you throw...

Why do you leave me
when you know Im on edge...

A silhouette stands by the window
She rebels against the light...

I blew out the stars a long time ago
For what good will they do me here...

She sits in the window
pale and blissful...

He writes flawless words for her
Verses that past a great land...

My fears, they can grab me
by the throat like an iron fist...