Somebody bring her home

A little bit wildish.

May your mouth never lie

And time stopped moving

You're the one that I wanted to find.

a home I'll never see.

Deep into some mystery

I'm almost gone

a mind full of doubt

All my thoughts are of you

Only the Absurd.

Under Your Spell

Among the Ruins

perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything,

it is because we are so dangerously close to wanting nothing.

Morning Yearning...

comfortably numb

Deceptively yours.

Nowhere To Hide

No going back now

The way you found me.

Still Fighting It