I feel the sight of doubt just as it enters my vision. I feel the pain of the past just as it repeats its given.

What can I do? Where can I go? I trust you, don't you know yet now I'll fall, and be forgotten, too.

Where can I run when the day's gone? Gone, gone wrong Where?

Trust never stayed Trust never stayed ...

Had a dream premonition of today how many times must this happen, just, this way?

How many stabbing wounds inside this heart of mine before you come, come my way?

I feel the sight of doubt just as it enters my vision. I feel the pain of the past just as it repeats its given.

And now the past just feels so close under a black, black sky stand alone in my wheat fields the only home I know, desolate, lonely, too..

The wind rushes up, pressing against me carrying lingering whispers of what's done. Carrying lingering whispers of you.

And now the past feels so close clouds block the moon's light, chilly winds rush to and fro making all the whispers and chants run. The air is afire with electricity, expectation, expectation of ...

        ... Betrayal.

0232 Sunday, February 2nd, 2003