Somehow I lost connection, are the wires crossed each time?

As I ventured deep within the Forrest of the mind, I could see myself sliding,

It was a cold night in no man's land, the cards were cut and dealt.

Kill the lights in the soft room and let the engine run, place a hose through the window and put the bullet in the gun.

Tethered to emotion, the nectar of the heart I swim between the tears as another soul departs. Aimlessly walking the pavement of the past, Fluorescent phantoms beneath the shadows of

With bloodshot eyes and a chiseled cheek, in bad need of a shave, Just another lost soul she was desperate to save. As the rain became a drizzle on a New York stoop,