Within the room
The lights burnt out
The fires of her eyes
Eerily reminiscent of her

And her voice crackles like a fireplace
Bearing her soul like a torn curtain

Reminds me of emotion
Between there is solace
But, too recall is too much struggle
I have no confidence

His arms bend into malleable steel
O'erhead hangs his ireless face

Some of us sit in awe
O' this weather is perfect
At this comment praise echoes
The quietness is unbecoming

In this hotel, we're both strangers
Paying by the hour and the next

Except we could build symphonies in the sky
Would you prefer if you had a chance at life
Or the land of the free
Looking for freedom in the home of the brave

I'm sorry that I can't bring you peace