Old Wounds
It Can't Rain All The Time
Love belongs to desire
And desire is always cruel
Drawn into the darkness
The love we share is true
As flowers bloom over our past lives
Nothing else matters
I'd go through hell for you
Every torture welcomed with a crooked smile, and open arms. The trees whisper of a dying season
After a summers gloom
We'll meet in an October sky
Six feet deep in all your affection
Tell me I'm the only one
Catch my fears as they fall, it can't rain all the time