My little pixie
The one I want
but I was too late
It flew away

How can I get it back?

Do people actually fall in love?
I've never wanted to dance
in the road in a rain shower
with a man so beautiful
he makes my chest hurt.

No one has ever made
my heart skip a beat,
except when it was fear.

Do people actually fall in love?
It all seems like lust to me.
Lust is such an empty thing.
Love is supposed to be warm,
Burning hot, even.
It's supposed to make you feel full.
But lust is all I see,
Like a match,
Intense and fiery,
But fleeting.

It's not love.

It makes me laugh inside,
The way it's always on time,


Never fails,
Every night 11:00pm,
It hits & it steals,
Every ounce,
Of happiness I have,

It takes it out the back,
Along with hope and love,
The tears start flowing,
Don't stop until 8 in the morning

Out here in the forest
I wander through the trees
in order
to unlock my soul
to feel the breeze

Still haven't found any key
not yet taken by any breeze

So I keep to walking
out here in the forest
out here by the trees

In Babylon she cries in red
In Babylon her stains of blood
And wine falls from fountains for us
In Babylon the streets are red

And Babylon she screams for more
Outside every shelter's door
And Babylon lifts her thighs
To the hot air and incense skies

Juvenile faces mixed in mud
How sweet our sorrows go
And Babylon today has wept
Tomorrow is on her feet again

And mark well, the faces in the street
The priest in passersby
And be gracious to everyone you meet
And we will love before we die