amused, desire to feel inside and will i mean it confused, and scared of what I'll find, and will I believe it it's just a scratch but infection has already set it we go on like the world will never end no fear of tomorrow, no fear of today…

the cold collides, outside, oh woe this hopless day, the warm resides, inside, makes me want to cry the emotions, that i hide, oh woe this hopless way, confide with the sky, don't ask me why and the branches swining, and the animals play…

80 bpm, b the bombs fly down towards the city the bullets scream fast as lightening and i can't believe what we do to each other the children cry for their mothers the mothers cry for their children the tears they cry fall for nobody…

This one was inspired by Wen's mom; and is therefore dedicated to all those musicians doing RPM, and all musicians who toil away at home to make their music despite what their friends & co-workers might think of their efforts.

somehow I always end up singing about lost love...