I believe in the bittersweet taste
Of the lies you fed me, day after day...

These melting clocks and Mona Lisa smiles
Mixed up in the squares of Picasso’s lies...

I am the daughter of God
the wings of an angel...

I walk through the sultry hollow
In the city of kings...

Dear Lord
I thank thee...

The moonlight shines and I remember the reflection...
Walking hand in hand...

There is a white tip to the rose's pedals
It exists in just a whisper; lost in a spin of...

Where were you those cold winter nights
Where were you when my heart was so tight...

He looks at me
With those hazel eyes...

They say I got this disease called Love
My body shivers and I can't go on...