There's laws that we must live by, and they're not the laws of man.

Through the years as the fire starts to mellow, burning lines in the book of our lives. Though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow, I'll be in love with you.

Lessons learned are like bridges burned you only need to cross them but once. Is the knowledge gained worth the price of the pain, are the spoils worth the cost of the hunt?

In the time it takes us to look beyond the lies, we could be sailing in each other's eyes.

For those two years in college I was constantly singing and writing and playing in coffee houses and stuff.

She said she married an architect, who kept her warm and safe and dry. She would like to say she loved the man, but she didn't like to lie.

Love like a phantoms lights but hold in the heart, it builds like the empty smile adorning a statue with sightless eyes.