"I will try to speak slowly as layers of yearnings block the echo of my voice. I will try to scream it out and shot the words, but if my voice is somewhat silent then look behind the smoke for ascorch mark of sensual fire to monument the perdition my love and I have explored Hope hat you wil not enjoy. I know I won't" - Tara Those eyes have seen the best of days Turning the countdown clock A salty taste of a waterfall, thick colored fog Bathing in the gaze of a sacred desire under the warmth of the sun Senseless we adored the freedom, we danced for kingdom come 12 weeks already in this place Turning, the countdown clock X is sitting in his chair, he's half white, and I'm half blue At night, the screams from upstairs muting the storms outside And I still ask myself the same old questions Is the carnival on tonight? As time passes me by, I avoid my painful doubt That in a time of bleed, I need you by my side But why is it that you always vanish Like a mirage in summer night Leaving just a shadow - Can see for miles I want you to stay right here to end of time To the tears will dry and the end of spinning I want you to stay right here And hear you cry again Dont leave me here, dont go away And by the time you make your mind to take the pill Division bells ringing down the elevator shaft Welcome to the 7th floor rhymes well with velvet cream Your crime in passion, last will, paint in purple 6 strings to cover fear