Pull Me From The Wreck

Or Watch And Stand Serene.

Shards Of Broken Glass

Shattered Like The Innocence

We Lost So Long Ago.

See Me Empty,

And Fill Me With A False Sense Of Warmth

And Cold, So Cold.



I Don't Owe You Anything.

Purge This Skin Of Feeling

Left Me Cold And Trembling.

I Don't Owe You Anything.



Am I Afraid Of

How Much Sense This Makes?

Do I Deny

And Tempt The Inevitable?

Can I Restrain This Flood

From Rising, Rising, Rising...



I Get Carried Away.

Can I Restrain This Flood?