Deep in the past;
On through the night,
Thoughts provoked me
Withholding sight.
...
Hide the lust;
Hide the pain.
Did you plan it
This way again?
...
Down at the pierĀ
Of alabaster dreams,
Nothing is realĀ
It's just what it seems.
...
The closest fire burned on the lake.
My iron heart that night split
Into tiny pieces for you to take
And hold in requiem of memories bit
...