As if, as if As if it matters Innit, innit ?what happens, happens?? As if as if?s were enough Is it, is it a fit of angst we see Is it a bit the fear
(A Way Away) I found a way away ? and sailed beyond the waves of pain No Jonah in my sea, no whale to hide inside these days I?ve lost my sky Feels
saw was a desert of snowfall The children of frost are wrapped in the dawn . . . At a great cost we found an old seesaw And as we sat down, a new season
Sorrow?s sound, it swirls all about you Dry fallen leaves that rise like a cloud Time is a torch in a field of lost faces Kissed by the mist, you kneel
) . . . Little sister, Playing hide and seek Even though mama told you I?m really gone If you miss me Sneak a peek at my diary Or read the peek-a-boo
her in bed and hurt her head Her tragic flaw was not a blunder . . . Teeter totter by the harbor, Lilja looked up saw a starfish Holding her hand was
depart There?s a game I don?t want you to know of Masquerade, Cirque du Decadence A pawn in an empty chessboard Moved around by a hand of a fool Never
dust The scissor starts to rust The ink will fade with us. . . A lily builds a home It grows inside my bones Been there since I was born . . You can brood by a
shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow Little boys little boys there's a choice there's a choice
not the music? - it's you that danced along See the moon riding the tide, the reflection swims As the ice begins to melt, we see a form within (Chorus
(A Way Away) I found a way away ? and sailed beyond the waves of pain No Jonah in my sea, no whale to hide inside these days I?ve lost my sky Feels I
: As if, as if As if it matters Innit, innit ?what happens, happens?? As if as if?s were enough Is it, is it a fit of angst we see Is it a bit the
: (A Way Away) I found a way away ? and sailed beyond the waves of pain No Jonah in my sea, no whale to hide inside these days I?ve lost my sky Feels
: Sorrow?s sound, it swirls all about you Dry fallen leaves that rise like a cloud Time is a torch in a field of lost faces Kissed by the mist, you kneel
