STILL CHASING FOR...
THE ANGEL IN MY NIGHTMARE
SPEAD YOUR WINGS
YOU CAN FLY
BUT THE DOVE
IS NEVER FREE
IN PAINTED SKIES
THAT SHADE
THE COLOR OF
YOUR DREAM

SHE AWAKENS
FROM A DREAM
TO A SILENT ROOM
WHERE SHADOWS SPEAK
OF MEMORIES
AND IT'S BEEN AWHILE SINCE I COULD SAY THAT I WASN'T ADDICTED