Scream if you are lost alonenChannel the hurtnThey will never love you like I donVoices circle in time on carrousels of venomnThey say Steve your screaming in the middle of the nightnFrom which you cannot hidenLick my wounds for me you predator in heavennMoon river and lunacy bruised existencenYou are a gift and you're a cursenThey won't let go they bring you downnI want you to knownIts late switch off the stars you metaphor of buried treasurenThe sky was orange and the ground was whitenAnd we fell through each other and I swam through your eyesnConstant visions of hope echo through me forevernYou have to laugh at the madness of it allnSo paint me a door through which i can crawl