I was like a chocolate box under your desk;
Hidden for everyone else, except for you...

It hurts.
The wind came some days ago. The rain came after...

My heart is a graveyard
where ghostly feelings rest...

I want the sun to be as bright as you,
So I may see you every morning too...

Scattered around a field of daisies
a little bird, without a fear...

there’s always a first time for everything
every morning, i open my eyes for the first time...

at midnight,
i want to tip toe my way...

When Love began to ebb back to my arms
the sun had risen warmly in my heart...

Sitting on a bench of steel was a man
Dressed in shiny satin suit from Japan...

Guys,
I don’t know about you...

Jesus Christ,
You are like the sun rising amongst the mountains...

You know that little thing
in that little thing...