Vending She sold another feeling, It's not right it's just another crime, For the fleeting Hearts slowly beating, Out of time, It won't be long before she's empty, And will never even need to try, Hard to cry because her eyes are shut though they're open to the world, That she's broken from her pills, And it can't go on but time is out, The clocks keep spinning and the sand is spilt on the ground.

Lost Was there substance in what she said? Thinking of others she had not yet met, The baby doll is nothing but dead, Leaving cradles and hearts filled with regret, A vigilante rises her brother dear, An unloaded gun by his side, Running round town with her photo near, Avenging a loss and restoring some pride, Following the sun through the sky, Chasing the memory, A heart that whispered a lie.

Snapshot Fall into the dawn, Past the open mouth of a blue tiger's yawn, Change the bright eyed girl your way and make hummingbirds flicker through the red sun's ray, Rise within the foaming white waves, Shadowy white horses riding from the dreams of slaves, All alone with just a shadow friend, An obscure painting from a dream that cannot end.

Newspaper Girl Folding papers in her heart, The greying pictures they depart, Leaving old and faded words, Like fallen feathers of the birds, A mind once filled with dreams, Now empty and broken and torn at the seams, Ripped apart the stories in print, The signs were there but not a hint, Her eyes replaced by the glow of a pearl, The out of date story, The newspaper girl.

Bittersweet A band of joy, A sliver of love, The ring on your finger a gift from your boy, The ballroom dances as gunshots ring out, Drowning in champagne countries in drought, Children brought up by surrogate screens, Orphans without parents it seems, Welcoming faces as they open the door, An age of hypocracy, Enlightenment no more.