lonely ways... set in motion by many a... lonely days ... where in Skies are always Gray and pain maybe around the corner but always on the way
as I lay here in perpetual wake stuck in emotional overload my heart is broken oh that ticket for Paradise you and I booked late July scattered as I asked her did it ever really matter
I'm paralyzed the memory of your lips so sensual the touch of your beautiful kiss
shook back to a time of much simpler lines where you and I needed nothing but each other's...