I love you too the moon and back
Which is every pump of my heart
Every pulse on my neck
All the blood in my body
Every single individual red blood cell
He said

I love you
You and only you
The beats of my heart are yours
Every pulse of my wrist
Every millisecond
Every Nanobeat of my life is yours
Yours and only yours
I said

Boredom
Nothing to do
Nothing to say
Nothing to feel
Its peaceful
It’s perfect
If only it didn’t feel so wrong
The yearn for excitement
Something to do
Something to say
Something to feel
It feels so right
If only it didn’t lead to a want to do nothing
A need for Boredom
Nothing to do
Nothing to say
Nothing to feel
And such the cycle goes on
And on
Forever longer

Someday love,
We'll live down by the sea,
Together for all of eternity.

Someday love,
We'll be away from pestering eyes,
Making a life for you and I.

Someday love,
We'll grow old with our son and daughter,
Joyously watching as they grow.

Someday. . .

Am I alone?
Is this Earth my prison to roam?
Is there something to me
That's corrupted to the bone?
Am I alone?
Will this house ever become a home?
It's hard to have faith,
When hatred is all I've known
Maybe I spoiled all the kindness I was shown
Buried in soil, now a flower's finally grown
Am I alone?
Is my fate truly written in stone?
It's a silent night in the Twilight Zone
And yet, I still fight with all the life in my bones
Before I meet the Father by his heavenly throne

Am I alone?
Are these crimes mine to atone?
They say you only reap the fruits
Of the seeds you've sown
Maybe I spoiled all the kindness I was shown
Buried in soil, now a flower's finally grown
Am I alone?
Will this house ever become a home?
I'm starting to lose faith,
While I'm waiting by the phone
Am I alone?
Is my fate truly written in stone?
It's a silent night in the Twilight Zone
And yet, I still fight with all the life in my bones
Before I meet the Father by his heavenly throne
Let it be known.

My love is warm,
She makes my face flow with red.
My love is cold,
To others but I cannot feel it.
My love is trusting,
Good thing I was honest.
My love is playful,
Good thing I played her game.
My love is one of a kind,
The only woman I see.
My love is careful,
With my heart that is healing.
My love is a thief,
Of my breath.
I am lost in my love.
She is a frozen hourglass,
A bottle of endless time together.
She is my muse,
A piece of glowing beauty.
She is a torch,
My guiding light.
And, oh,
She was mine.

I am from the sea, the salty spray of the Atlantic.
I am born of the trees and stars, of cold winds and breezy nights.
I am a son of the red sand hills, and the lost letters to neverland.
I am the making of love and pain, of lost will and false strength.
I am the lord of memories of longing and heartbreak.

I am born of an island of stone, and seas of stories.
I am a child of hatred and spite.
I am King of a long-lost land.
I am the farmer of an ancient plant.
I am from the sea, the salty spray of the Atlantic.

Never may the dream man wake.
He slept so somberly.
I used to think he feared the world,
But now I think I see.
Never may the dream man wake.
His rest is soundless now.
Now, never to see what he was escaping.
I thought I saw the picture, but never could I have foreseen.

Never may the dream man wake.