You are so near,
Hypothetically so far...

Massive bruises
And torn open wounds...

Waiting for a phone call, that will never come.
Waiting to be pleased, by her euphoric voice...

I am a man that loves two much
It cannot be helped but it is thought t o be wrong...

Soaring through a field and embracing the wind,
Soaring high and feeling higher...

The snowflakes in my eyes, begin to melt,
The freezing point is rising...