Will the room be filled?. And will anyone stand in line just to look down. At the flowers and doubt. If we could ever learn to be more?. If this is it, this is it.
I am not the messenger, I am just a silhouette. I know that I may not seem like a stranger. I am not the Antichrist but I sing her. Who just might resist a kiss from you and.
Insightful yet uninspired,. There's magic in the air but it's stall where we are,. You won't get anything out of me.. Cause, I'll never talk so who are you you've forgotten about.