I cry, when midnight sighs. I cry, when midnight sighs. . If and betting on an if. And if that if might have a chance to survive. It runs in to twelve different ways of existing.
Falling leaves and broken hearts. I believe you are the same, oh. Have you noticed streaks and blurs?. Interrupting all the pain. . Perish the thought.
Holding all the pictures that my life's drawn, I never find a missing love.. Remembering all the rays that have been made, but never cloudy leaving love..