The spring fever died reluctantly
Drowned by the New York rain as the city spat out...

She works hard
Making dreams bigger than anything she'll ever...

*Full title:
Welcome To The Hotel Of Broken Dreams, Shattered...

I trace your veins like roads on a map
Your eyes are oceans...

I used to be a poet
And I'd spill everything onto the page...

It's 4am but we are awake
Sat together in the attic, your arm around me...

She wore your promise like a rose pinned to her...
"He will come back to me" she'd tell her...