Give to me one more kiss.
Impart your spirit on my memory.
Chill my heart with a touch.
Ignite me with a glance.

Once again I've returned,
here I sit watching ghosts.
In the house of the haunted
where I buried the past.

Tie me down and set me free.
Peer into me and make me sting.
Flay my flesh, release my soul.
Make me cry, make me bleed.

I've walked the streets of London.
Set sail for the shores of France.
Found tequila
on the beaches of mexico.

The waves crash the shore,
like the thoughts in my mind.
And the storm swells
to the point of breaking.

Do you understand what you hear?
Can you afford to see the truth?
Look past your preconceptions,
forget the stories told from a thousand lips.