The trenches are alive– the soldie… Ones of hope, others of despair Lifting spirits through the sounds… Among hushed crowds, Children play,

There, hidden under the bleachers, buried under the bridges, scattere… bound against the shoreline, float… while strapped to a red balloon There, if you pay attention

Walking through the streets of dow… following my steps like a nagging fly, always around… Can’t seem to smack it out of the… What an annoying little buzz, buzz…

As the collide halts our motion As the beating heart skips a beat We let the crash echo and we run f… I know where hands hold Grasping the broken glass

Hearing your voice is like a timel… a sound so pure and untainted by t… The road you took has led you to g… A place I have yet to reach There is no one here to fill that…

As the crystal sky descends and th… The homes we divide to—only but me… The red line of Fate twists, Dwindles in to a thin strip Tug,

Skipping to the beat of abnormalit… I take charge through my dog days… that will reveal me Show what has been hidden under di… gaining a taste for what the other…

At this time, at this moment When the rollercoaster has reached… As you hold my hand, we watch with… Being that the world below us mold… From the people to the ants

The rows and pews, the uproar of p… Saint’s can’t tame Hold your hands, pray for the one… The symbol of beauty– of grace and… Let the veil lift from damaged eye…

As you palm your way through my mo… The little buds of life fall from… Slithering—figure-skating Triple 8's The sensual feelings we catch betw…

Let me pop from the grave Again, the sword pierced through But the light in my eyes never die… I pretend the blood and dirt doesn… Dressed in Sunday’s Best