Sometimes it it clear You belong to me and I to you not just as lovers nor as friends

She is cold staring at the stars imagining they were pillows for her painful mind On the horizon a distant glow

Down, Down, Down Mayday Lost cold does not want to be foun… Being unloved unwanted drives him… The dissent tragically to the dept…

You think I am naked when my clothes are off So you think you have seen me? What are my dreams? What makes my heart break?