Hand in hand, we will love.

And eye to eye, we see peace.

But when I look at you it's war I swear.

And every time you told me,
the boy never cared.

It doesn't make a difference
to the love you shared.

Elliot dressed in black for the wedding.

Elliot took my hand and said he; loved none before.

"And will you take me in sickness?" For the man was definitely sick.

And the vicor lit up a ciggerette in the Church of White Notley, the only fool in white. "I now pronounce you both... Well... You know." And the only two cheered and forced and was showed.

It could of been a happy ending Al.
But I can't help not loving you.

Lonely cold, skin.
My hands are shaking, numb.

Just another hand to hold it seems, another yet broken soul. And a thosound more men alone.

Could you love me again?

Warmth for a body bold.

You breathe in day by day, inside a cage that tightly wraps around you like skin.

And you ask yourself in desperation: "Who am for I that speaks?" - Don't look down they always say.

You'll just be met by strangers anyway.

Brittle, but we cling; adrift from the very first cause which we mindlessly astray. - Only faith will liberate of you & I, and to stand hand in hand, powerful. We fight off our bruteful fears that chain us to the core of our very own individual fragile bones.

Police man, officer Sam,
with a pen and a golden badge.
To fight him you're not match,
Mr. Police man, Officer Sam.

Police Man, Officer Sam,
is that a gun in your bruised hand?
Try and catch me if you can.

Please Ma'am,
hide me from the big old man,
can you hear him yourself, Mr. Sam?

Right here,
on the stage,
right in front of the public.
As they chant, as they cheer.

For the mugging of your blood.