Self Control

I’m living in the forest of a dream,

I know the night is not as it would seem,

I must believe in something so I’ll make myself believe…

Inevitable

You left on the day when the blackbirds arrived in the valley and the icy winds turned into a warm breeze, drifting through the trees of a barren forest.

Don’t Dream It’s Over

Now I’m walking again to the beat of a drum
And I’m counting the steps to the door of your heart

Sate

Your touch just wouldn’t satisfy like the look in your eyes.

Night Before

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.