The promise of forever, the lie of mortal flesh

and blood the song of Solomon singed by the emotionally stunted heart of deception

how hard is it to make up your mind?


I love you, I need you only you forever


Then I peel these pages on the calendar off the skin on my chest

is the quest for information providing the experience and the wisdom?

and the ability to say that something is all right?

I spell your name with my incision in your embrace


Opening a heart seems to be an easy thing

still I'm drowning in the memories that make my spirit sing

so why are you out of reach?

when your lips are just out of reach

and your arms are just out of reach

and your heart is just out of reach

why are you just out of reach?


Is there any kind of genuine feeling of the fairy tale?

soiled by our American idealism

these pages that describe my heart

I'm longing for you to mirror me,

but you'll just leave again if I'd look up to the stars it will be intoxicating

and if I'd find the strength to say:

"Life is not short, life is so long, life is so very long"

instill in me divine presence of everlasting freedom


Because I love you, and I need you only you forever


The beauty screaming up my spinal column


The aching for a return stinging my central nervous system

I spell your name with my incision

and your eyes wonder to someone else one thousand times