Loving you is a thirst in me Gulps from a desert oasis won't do me justice Loving you is a five-thousand men's hunger The Queen's banquet won't ruin it Loving you is a journey on foot to Mars and back

A Dead City... Shadows of the dark, The Whispers Of dead leaves Of dead insects Fill the park Of a ghost town Laid lone By the raging wars I hear shouts Of ghosts Wierd cries Of children Wailing of mothers

My heart sounds so unfamiliar There is a beast A beast living in me Trudging on pathways known not to man I am a living ghost A shadow of a dark past I draw a sword with a fury heart Heaven's eye Draw

The First Rain... When the first rain fall, I shall be the first to run out of the mall I shall leave not the station waiting for the late train I want to sit there; feel this rain, Soaking and soaking