Hollow house. low light.
ghosts swareing at the sighn of life....
Sweet silence or eary screams in my head...
. Modle cars and broken guitars
canvas smeared with ashes and tears
we will privail or just become frail rusty shells of what we use to be.... Alas a glimps of hope the street light flickers and I see your face shineing down on me
Tick tock tick tock
I've seemed to misplace the hands for the clock time stops in this moment
Forever no but at least for a moment I feel nothing but your loveing embrase
A mear instant from now you will dissapear
But I'll pick of the pieces and continue on