When the moon comes up, I go down For the first time There's a garden deep, deep in my heart But it's blossomed for the last time

Everybody sees me as a solitary entity but I long to be important to somebody It's a love of fairy tales that drives this guilty wish To walk serenely in front of family to collect my kiss and though this notion is as flawed as any I have learned I'd like to think that like the others, it's something I deserve

When the moon comes up, I go down For the first time There's a garden deep, deep in my heart But it's blossomed for the last time

I am skilled now, at casting iron To make a hardened bed for my heavy world

I think in my earlier albums I lived in my head a lot more. The issues I dealt with were all personal, depression or how I would react to certain situations. Now, not feeling too depressed that much anymore, I think about other things. I turn my thoughts outward now.

If you stare into a flame You'll get an eye full of energy If you write your nightscapades You'll get a dawn full of promises

I am transparent An open book; There's no choice in the matter But the breath from my mind Is living air, And the notes from my heart Are what I share. Words weren't made for cowards.