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?

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

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

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