So the police officer asked me
What really happened...

The Visitors
The clock turned 12...

I'm a plain girl you see,
I don't wear makeup to...

He took her hand
and she appeared to...

I long for you touch
just one last time...

A high school drop out,
a victim of her family's...

He sits there on the corner street
saxophone case open...

Her hair perfectly placed
reaches the center of her...

He glances around
and sees the face in the crowd...

Your body aches my mind,
gently and violently...

Lets get one thing clear
to critique is not to criticize...

I know you want to feel my embrace once more.
I know your heart is hollow since I left you...