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...

Calling for vengance,
a moonlight kiss my face...

It leaves me with a half-hearted, soft...
The echoes already starts to decay...

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

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

We dance to the music of a broken violin,
nothing really turned out how we had planned...

The last leaf withers,
cold is the mountain breeze...

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

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

Secret love from across the sea,
pulls darkness away from me...