When the hard days are over,
And the world moves kind of slow...

Stones of black and white,
slither slowly through the dead of night...

I watch you,
as you stare at him...

I sometimes wish we had injections called...
It would boost your confidence every month......Or...

Talks with a tongue of steal.
Cries acid from my eyes...

Anger, Bitter Twisted Lies,
Tired Steps and Spinning Wheels...

I was watching,
Along time ago...

I remember when I used to carry you,
piggy backs and firemans lifts...

I've lost control.
Endless Twirling...

All you have to do is ask
And I'm yours...

Interruptions,
Attention gone off course...

It hurts like you've got shattered glass inside...
It hurts to laugh...