Lost in this bouquet of lunacy
God didn't answer, my life turning into a do-it-yourself project
Panic falling into place
I fear that I'm that "..rough beast, its hour come round at last.."
You opened my eyes to an irreplaceable love,
I've never felt before.
Yet I find that midnight is at the door.
Secrets kept in your head, not your heart,
lie so heavy in my thoughts.
So, still, lost in this bouquet of lunacy.