LONELY THE MAN
WHO SETS HIS SIGHTS TOO HIGH
LONELY THE CHILD
WHO KEEPS FLYING BY
LONELY WE WILL STAND WHEN THE SAVIOR ASKS WHY
LONELY ARE THE WILD WHO SET THEIR NIGHTS TOO HIGH…

EVERY FALL
IS RELAXED
LOSING THE ATTENTION
LIKE A BLOCK OF WAX
TAKING ALONG THE WAKEFULNESS
WITH THE MORNING RAIN
TAKING THE TIME
AND LEAVING
A SOUL LESS CLAIM