On Earth, the bright, small world We cry of the news as the ship goes down On Earth we weep for his end The truth and the reason make no difference On earth, we...

Holding pistols in their pockets Shooting lead flies in the night Were hitting targets as these rockets Were streaking horror through the sky Were closing up th...

A faded picture etched in glass Counting the hours that would not pass Crossing the threshold, standing still Walk through these halls that once were filled Th...

Wake up, she said Without you my dreams are made Wake up, she said Without you my dreams are made in lies Was that your idea of a good time? As we run to this ...

The chair by the window The darkness bleeding moonlight Dripping over her silhouette She enters, walks slowly The mark of everyone Slips off her dress and no on...