She saw, she said the coming of the end when I would look into her dead eyes or she in mine and what to find. Two bodies as cold as snow both our hearts as still as stone and memories long forgotten our treasure thrown away Now, my love, be it at ry cost we must love now - or be forever lost. Let us grab these seconds these minutes and these hours with both our hands
squeeze what we can from these moments into our thirsting hearts before time's hands tear ours apart Heartbeats trap us in time lost within these moments between each thumping pound it's all the distant sound from you and I. She saw, she said, the loosing of a friend when she would look into my dead eyes to know my mind - and what to find. Lost to this world!