I know I'm not perfect
I'm damaged
Ask me if I need you
Hear that I want you
I'm not defined
by what you have in mind

Run away
   Run away
from me
Take away
   Take away
from "we"
Run like the wind towards "it all"
   let it all take the fall
Run away

I know I'm a little crazy during the week
Baby you're the Strong to my weak
Ask me if I want you
Hear that I need you
I say that I'm doing fine
Tell me
Am I ever on your mind?

Run away
                  Run away
from what?
Run away
                                Run away
Follow life's wanted track
       Run Away
(but please come back)

can there be a flame with no fire?
can there be want
          with no desire?

can there be life without life,
life without love,
love without life?

can there be a cut without a knife?
             how deep could it be??
can there be argument with no strife?
                     what would cause he to yell at she?

can there be air with no oxygen?
can the lungs work when there is no you to breathe in?

can there be a life without you in it?

waves on the ocean
a glimpse of beauty
beyond is deep
scary
dark

That's what a writer's mind is like.
See our beautiful lyrics! Hear our touching lines inside your head.
But know, to create these beautiful things for your eyes to seek,
we are much like the ocean.
Beautiful, bright, enticing on the surface
but deep, dark, mysterious, and sometimes frightening within the folds of the waves.

I do not gamble
and I do not place bets
I will not play your game
gambling is a game that never forgets.

winter
when will you become spring?
when shall I find shelter
for the shivers that you bring?

if I could pay the Sun
to kiss winter's ice
make it melt away
would I think twice?

Shall I smile when a mother's arms are empty?
Her child still born, miscarried, missing.
Her womb empty, her heart shattered, and her arms cold?

Shall I laugh when a woman's dignity and humanity is stolen?
Her body aching, ravaged, and left to crumble?
Her life changed and her trust broken.

Shall I lay and cry because something didn't go quite my way?
When a boy forced into a man died at the feet of his country?
His family sobbing, while uniformed men say "a job well done".

How can I have these rights to these strong emotions when the cause can be so much stronger?
It's just...
troubling.

petals and bubbles
you look so fine
caress me and finesse me
get me drunk like wine
hold me close in candle light
love me and let me
have a rosé tinted night.