A Small Visit.
I think I want to get away.
I think I'd love to stay.
But I can't open my mouth,
once I know you are going south.
Cause you make me so weak,
There is nothing left to speak.
I should close my eyes,
I think I will silently cry.
I'll just have to say goodbye again,
And my god, how I am sick of this.
I don't want to turn into somebody else.
I want to just stay locked in this house.
Never before have I seen you so beautiful
In all your glory -
Never before have I see you look at me this way.