Flowers bloom within the shade,
A ceiling fallen down...

And the light is on,
Turned on to you...

And the beating of my heart,
As a broken metronome...

Eyes meet across the couch,
And they linger for a time...

In a world full of cheaters,
and haters and crimes...

Bodys pressed together,
As the lights blink on and off...

The chips are perfectly stale,
And the soda's purposely flat...

Little girl starting off on her own,
Calling up her friends on the phone...

Remnents of the last night,
lying on the ground...

A lifetime between them,
A tragedy and love crisscrossed...

Sneaking out of bed,
Nothing in her head...

I miss when I was him,
I miss when he would carry me...