I lost you in my chaos
some hurricane attitude.
I've felt the sacred loss
inside painful solitude.
I look for you everyday
in the out of way places
we always seemed to stay
searching all our spaces.
Always holding hands
just smelling your hair
dream of wedding bands
We haven't got a care.

Act I and II are powerful
I never have an Act III.
Love always turns awful.
I have no choice but flee.