I want to trace over the letters of your name with an ink that will not fade.

I want to run my fingertips down the line of your backbone and along your scar and the curve of your shoulder blades.

I want to discover the roads you have traveled and the paths you have chosen.

I want to follow you to where your dreams unlock the doors and imagination is your compass.

I want to be surrounded by your words, in whispers that comfort and requests that fulfill.

What do you call love? When it calls for you from a lost dimension.

The perfect day is always tomorrow,
and always seems to come up
a few dollars short,
too many miles long.

Shut me out and I will shut down.

We're living somewhere between
happiness and disaster,
spinning, yet not quite out of control,
just within reach.

Give me your hell and I'll show you my heaven.

Eternal rest can't come soon enough,
but do you believe?
If we must endure pain,
can we choose which stab we prefer?

Save my face and I'll smile for the flash.

In ecstasy I'll die,
in a picture of me
that smiles like nothing
is wrong...ever wrong.

You can write down your law but our sin is written on the walls.