Look outside the box,
look inside a church...

I can't bring you down,
watch the angels fall...

Am I good or am I bad?
am I an angel or a demon...

Pete Becker made the newswire this morning,
big picture from a holiday in Sweden...

I spent my days drinking till,
my brain was made of liquor...

I've been building a dream,
for you and me dear...

Stare in to me.
let me feel your eyes laid on me...

Let me stare in to the presence in your eyes,
the blue shine of innocence...

Soft is the spark lit within,
centered in the core of my being...

Sixteen seconds till I die,
just wanna say I'm sorry for this mess...

He's got to be tall if he's gonna be me,
he's got to be brave if he wants to be free...

In a meadow of redemption,
will I rest my tired soul...