Or are we ashes and wine?

“And I'm ill with the thought of your kiss, coffee-laced intoxicating on her lip…”

“So you're gone and i'm hauntedAnd i bet you are just fineDid i make it that eas…”

“i can not go through the ocean. i can not drive the streets at night. i can not…”

“Is there a chance?A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?A reason to figh…”