No, I won't deliver well in hand.
No, even if it were the last drop of water.
She just wants to hear me sing. She says always be right.
Please serve me coffee and let's reflect.
Goes three in the morning and I'm still here thinking about you.
Holding your portrait.
I no longer feel cold, but I'm huddled under the blanket with her chest tight.
Another day I see the sunlight waking birds.
Lonely and tired of lies.
If you want to know, will speak.
I still look your picture to remember.
I write music to blow off steam and break the silence of fear.
But if you want to hear my voice screaming like a whisper in your ear,
I'll speak the words most beautiful of my sincere love.
I'll start running in the direction of light and leave the maze.