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?
Help me feel your magic kiss me to me bones with wonder you are filled how I look like witchcraft around midnight
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…