Crawling, crawling, crawling Falling, falling, falling It’s a little game we like to play something to laugh about, something to cry about

Come back to me, the empty space you’ve made is sen… The life that vanished created a s… Let the heartstrings tug you back… Let your soul dive head-first

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

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…

Standing naked above the stage Staring at wounds of hurt They know Voicing things no one else dare do A Viking in the making

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…

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…

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,

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