To see them is a privilege
And them see me
Is a right.
I have seen them often
In dreams, day and night.

In memory and mind
Alone lately though
Not enough in real life
They're for others to know.

Le petite morde
The ultimate high
The little death
When your eyes
Make me die.

Every time I see the beach
A restaurant, bar, hotel.
I can only think of just one thing
One visage
One face
One girl

I'll never eat in comfort
I'll never sleep in peace
Swimming, surfing, fishing
Will always be empty

No intimacy, I'll ever feel
Memories will always flow
Those memories that are so good
No others will come close

I wish, I beg, desire
For you to feel the same
I know it's pointless now however
Others breathe your name.

I know it's just
A facade,
A screen to Veil the truth
But now the veil has turned to stone
The fake has turned to truth

Salt
Fire
Pain
Cold

Love
Blood
Heart
Gold

Joy
Stress
Smiles
Tears

Happiness
And
Frozen
Fears

All these things
Seep from within
At what point do
The stocks wear thin