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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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