What is a blessing to most, is a torment to me.
It holds me down, while setting the rest of them...

A movement toward the light above.
The shades of grey still float up high...

Lay my life before my love;
What distance cannot separate...

A love is mine, and to her it goes.
In such great times my heart was stole...

Dripping down from misty glows,
The sound of rain I've come to know...

I'm a disease.
There's nothing more...