My CarriageThe Night draws in, my carriage approachesa queue of grey, underwhelming coaches.I stagger on board to find a seata place to rest my weary feet.Ambient sounds; droning, rumblingmuffle the sound of distant mumbling.The jaundiced haze of cities around.Darkness above, streetlights aboundtheir neon hue streaks the skies,a flourish of amber fire-flies.Contours of land trace a line,a graph of distance over time.The air is hot, cloth clings to flesha stifled sigh, a heavy breath.Bright white eyes pass below,tired eyes; their movement slow.Bodies are awkward, sleep wears thin.My carriage approaches, the day draws in.
If OnlyIf only I could find the words.If I only I could bethe man you want to be with,the man that I should be.If only I could find the strengthto put my arms around you,and be with you for always,a world of just us two.If only I could hold you close.If only you could see.If only I could tell youthat you're the one for me.
Feuding FriendsFeuding friends, stuck in betweenfactions apart, warring unseenchoices to make and talking to donegotiate a trucethat's all I can dokeeping quiet tears me apartlove is gone, friends will partchoices to make and talking to donegotiate a trucethat's all I can doThat's all I can do
Our CastleOur castle is solid,our castle has arms.Our castle is warm;we're safe from harm.Our castle has bodies;it has just two.Our castle has me,our castle has you.