She cries rebellion,
And the world will hear her scream...

We're standing in a line,
My friends and I...

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...

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

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

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

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

Down in the darkest pits of hell,
He pushes aside all of his cares...

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

Standing in the hall,
Summer turns to fall...