On the Loss of Innocence   Music, lyric and arrangements by Daniel Gildenlöw      A Scene in Brown and Yellow:   At first I don't know why your presence fills me with unease   Though I've missed you more than Life itself   I freeze   It's like you've been lost and now you're glad to see my face   But as you sit down my confusion turns to distress   Not knowing how to let you know that you are   Dead   (I wake up sweating)      They tell me you are better off   Where you are now   Well, I don't care   They tell me that your pain is gone   Where you are now   Well, you left it here   See, I need to be strong   Need to be brave   I need to put faith in something   How could I live on   Not hoping we will meet   Again?      A Scene in White and Grey:   Under the icon's weight the old thoughts lay   Under the cross so still and pale   The flowers usher the stale breath of Death away   And someone tries to sing   But the bird of song has lost its wings   Now it twitches   Rips the stitches of a chest where tears are torn   And where all loss begins      Life seems too small when Death takes its toll   I need something to blame for this pain      A Scene in Amber - Flawed:   And have you ever had that dream   Where one you love passes away?   And you wake up crying to a world   Where she's long since gone   But you feel the pain   So close   As if she'd died today   But I need to be strong   I need to be brave   I need to put faith in something   How could I live on   Not hoping we will meet   Again   Some day?      Earth to Earth, Dust to Dust   A verse we know too well   Like a nursery rhyme   Just in reverse   'Cause we are all the little tin man   With hearts like little tin cans   And as we line them down with tears   Over the years   They inevitably turn   To rust      Life seems too small when Death takes its toll   I need something to blame for this pain   I try, I fail, I fall, like anyone you know   I break, I bleed, like anyone you know      A Scene in Blood on White:   Where the linen's changed just for tonight   And somehow we beat her to this sight   This ghostly room of Exit   That she enters by the flicker of candle light   And in her breast   A desert storm is taking form   An old thirst that can never be quenched or killed   Sweeps over the cold   Broken but thousandfold   "My Love!"