Good morning,
My lonely, poignant lover...

I know these demons that haunt you,
That live inside you...

Sometimes it feels as if things are better left...
To leave the uncertainty of things to stain the...

And nobody knows,
The words whispered into a pillow...

In the safety of her bed,
Beneath the blanket of her dreams...

So tear me wide open
And dissect my pathetic soul...

Just for now,
Take hold of my hand...

If this is where we are,
Falling asleep as languid lovers...

Spin me round and round,
On your web of mendacity...

Gealach de mo oíche,
What be a thousand miles of...

Calendars cannot mark the day,
Human kind cannot predict the day...

The time was after the midnight hour
I had barely begun sharing my dreams with my...