"Six o'clock on a Christmas morning..."
"And for what?"
"Well, isn't it
*instrumental*
'Love, just don't stare'
She used to say to me
every Sunday
A question well served,
Is silence like a fever?
A voice never
Silence disguised
I watch you
Show me the hurt
that haunts you
Would you
Animation
Breathes a cloudless mind
Fascination
Leaves the doubting blind
Un
Daybreak
at the bottom of lake
it's a hundred degrees I can't
He seems alone and silent
Thoughts remain without an answer
Afraid and
To rise, to fall.
To hurt, to hate.
To want, to wait.
To
Falling through pages of Martens on angels
Feeling my heart pull
Temptation-
Why won't you leave me alone?
Lurking Every Corner, everywhere I