HELLO
HELLO
THERE BEHIND THE THUNDER
RUNNING PAST LIGHT LIGHTNING
I CANT TOUCH THAT THIRD RAIL
SOMEBODY IS SIGHING
A FRIEND YOU HAVE NOT MET
A HOME MELTED LONG AGO
THEY WALK THE LONG WALK
TOGETHER WITH ME
HOLDING HANDS
AS THE CLOUD CLAP
THE WINDOW IS WHAT REMAINS
STAINED GLASS AND EGO
SLEEP IN THE PILLOW
DREAMING ANEW
FROM ME TO YOU
BEAUTIFUL.