Breathing fire, exhaling ice. For all it's worth, while you stay in this place. Come take a look around and see what you've done. Isn't it fun to look in the mirror and see your smiling face so much clearer? Putting clothes back on yourself after sleeping on over at my place still. Can't you tell, from my expressions, what you're doing to me? It's ten at night, I think it's time for you to get out of my life. But then I watched your naked body remain.

Heaven is melting all around. All around me. Everything seems strange. And nothing seems the same anymore. I'm wondering how you're doing without me. Is there still love? Is there still hate? Together we'd know with the sign of fate. Alone I deal with the mess I made. I'm a lost face without that mask you made me wear. Sitting still and doing the things you wanted me to do. Where did I go wrong? Were too many songs sung badly? I'll never know your words, so cruel. You're dressing me up in clothes for fools. I take it. I fake the things that I do. I fake it all with my fake book. I need some help with the eyes you took. I'll never understand your funny motives as I keep saying, "What if...?"

Stranded on a distant coward island and I feel okay. The sand is hot and wet and I love the ocean waves, oh, I love them. Reaching for the stars and making them my pet. Oh, I won't regret. Sitting on a washed up table; it's my only friend. Don't discourage me, I just like to pretend; and pretend I will. So far it's been pleasant to be stuck out here without any fear. And it seems so simple to forget all the troubles. The green island grass likes to give me the giggles. I miss the pennsylvania jungles, they juggle on and on. Hanging on in quiet despiration might be my only way. My time is here and it's not over, day after day. I'm happy you are here with me. I'm happy I am here with you. You're the only one I'll ever get to talk to. This story here is one that I'll tell to everyone, rides inside carousels.

While I waited for her to come back home to me, I heard all the things she said about me. "I love you, I love you, I can't wait for your smile. I'll be running on down through every mile." So I picked up my old guitar and packed it on in, inside of my case with my chords and lyrics that talked about the love that I have for her. The songs that I've made, the songs that she's heard. She parked her car right outside on Ellston Road where I could see her approaching outside my window. So I ran down the stairs and we hugged for a while. She said, "Baby, I'm glad, I'm glad to see you smile." We rushed into her car to go back to the place where I asked for her hand as she touched my face. I always thought things would go like they did in movies: A love story with laughs and happy endings. So she wrote me a song filled with words of love as she ripped off the rhythm from a Mark Twain song It said, "Violet skies, open wide. Welcome me with the gentle night. Look at how the dark birds fly. This is my paradise: Violet Skies." I know that it's hard but I have to pull through this heartache, this confusion she made me go through. I can't think of how she always looked so lovely, but now she's lost faith, all faith in me. It's all been tough but I'm pulling through these questions, these answers I never knew, because I always seem to think how lovely is she? As she's lost hope, all hope in me.