We could barely hear her breathe, the air too thick for her lungs to knead.

You'd think she'd never make it home, she made it early really though.

Went back from which she'd come, maybe she was a gift to give

since she left alone and soon, life something she would not live.


The flowers could hardly bloom, planted again in just a few days,

before a tiny tomb, in a cradle where feathered wings won't let her lay.

And she must not be too cold, the warmest blanket she has turned down.

Closest thing to Heaven… Lilyan, not six feet underground.


She may have even heard our cries, but she won't feel the weather on her grave.

The rain she'll never know,  not with the wings that wouldn't let her stay,

And she must not be too cold, the warmest blanket she has turned down.

Closest thing to Heaven… the little girl that left at the speed of sound.

Bobby Pins



A bobby pin, a silhouette, cold sweat and tears are all the memoirs on my floor.

They remind me of you, the things you always do

that make me want you even more.

That make me want you even more.


Standing on guard for a far-eyed girl I thought that I once knew.

I want to shelter you, but I get the clue,

and arms empty can't keep you from harm.

And arms empty can't keep you from harm.


I still think of you, just like I always do, walking back through the door.

Who would have thought, a bobby pin you dropped,

the sharpest knife that's in the drawer.

The sharpest knife that's in the drawer.


If honesty meant a thing at all, it'd fall somewhere between life and death

and if it is me, between points A and B,

I lay here, the truth, empty and at rest.

I lay here, the truth, empty and at rest.

bravenewworld


If I close my eyes, sleep, maybe we'll never ever die.

If I take your hand and explain, we'll never ever change.

And maybe if I save you, you'll stay here, here with me.

And baby, if I say I love you, I'm old fashioned, plain.

But you're this brave new world to which I'm very strange.


If I can't relate, please try to be straightforward and tell the truth.

Maybe I love the way you look when confused and wondering

about the next time that I'll say those three words again to you.

And baby, maybe if I say I love you, I swear I'm still sane.

You're this brave new world I just can't explain.


If I close my eyes, I'll see change within me.

Stand Still


I slide to stand still and I grit my teeth

as the world just sweeps me off my feet.

And I swing my hand out to you slowly.

You look like you could use some rest,

but you sit up in bed at night instead.

Lay your head so you can sleep.


Unclinch your fist and reach for me.

Open your heart, make it beat for me.

Lay your head, may it dream of me.



You look like you could use some rest,

but you sit up in bed at night instead.

Lay your head so you can sleep.



Unclinch your fist and reach for me.

Open your heart, make it beat for me.

Lay your head, may it dream of me.



And I will breathe so you can feel my energy.

Just shut your eyes and count to ten.

If you can, imagine your favorite song.

I'll hum the tune and you can sing along

so you're not alone.

Everyone is outside, we're still waiting in

for a few more cues, glued to a strong attraction.

"I think it's strange I just met you."

Kissing temples when no one's looking,

you sip that drink every time they do.

Don't think it's time to join them,

think another drink?  Well, I think I do.


Everyone is outside, we're still waiting in

and every time lips move through the window,

swear they're talking 'bout us just a little,

but that's alright, we stir it up.

Innocently, you say, "I think it's strange I just met you."

We share a cup, still with ice fresh as our minds

full of ideas on space and time, and how to make this work.


Everyone is outside, we're still waiting in

and until we wake up, I can't see tomorrow alone without you,

but I know I'll have to.  That's alright, we stir it up.

I say unknowingly and like Déjà vu, "I think it's strange I just met you."