Don't know how long i've been standing here for shivering in the dark, Until the lights came on and what was once just fun was now an over-riding spark. And it flashed and it banged and it flew right in and it almost knocked me down, and it sang of love and of a spectral flood that would sweep me off the ground. But the natural shackles are hard enough amongst the waves of discontent, and the day is bright and the path is long, and we'll be easy to prevent. So if you don't mind the wait, I'll stay here where I am, Standing in the dark, with the lights turned off holding on to what I can. It was not so bad beneath the guise of night, left alone with my breath and my faith as the wind whistled it's solitary tune that sang of the fallen day. And of a man he'd seen earlier in the week as lonely as he was upset he wore a top hat filled with broken memories and a trench coat made of regret. He said the problem with men like him is that they don't realize until it's too late that nobody else is gonna write their wrongs gonna drag the shit away. Even so I said, I still rather wait, and stay here where I am, Standing in the dark, with the lights turned off holding on to what I can. This room is dark but darker still is the sweet release of death, said a voice in my head quoting a book that he'd read about a boy with nothing left. In here you can hear the birds outside as they sing and they shriek and they call in here you can hear the time slip by but in death there is nothing at all. So come with me and live amongst a plague of the deceitful, you'll be purged and stretched and you'll raped and you'll be burnt but at least you'll be an equal. I said i'm not ill i'm not mad i'm not broke i'm just sad so I think i'll stay where I am. Standing in the dark, with the lights turned off holding on to what I can. The stars they fall like glass, and everything will shine as we fall slowly backwards through time.

Let's light a match and start a fire and watch it all go up in smoke and turn our back on a past where all we did was choke on the dreams and the hopes that we laid in front of us perchance we'll see them come to life as the fire turns to dust. And as we dance in the field where our memories still burn, the dying embers of the flame tell us that we will never learn the stuff of youth, the stuff of life until we're grey and old, for now the fire is drawing in and the night is getting cold. Let's cast a rope out to the sea and get away from what we saw, we'll go as far down as we can, we'll go down to the ocean floor and pack a bag with all our fears and then we'll be okay, and the tide will go out eventually and we'll all be washed away. Then we'll float out in the black just like we've always wanted since they took one look at us and told us we were only kids. Too young to feel too young to love too young to understand the cause but now we're safe and we're alone and I will be forever yours.

[Extracts from 'Desespoir' by Oscar Wilde] In the breath of the morning, I stood and I waited The pleasure was great, the risk was calculated, and I don't know how long but I was there for a while and as the brisk wind blew, I let out a secret smile. I smiled for love and for the warmth of the sun, I smiled for whispers and I smiled for fun, but in a couple of hours when the drink wears off the day will turn sour and the smiles will stop. I clenched my fist when you held out your hand so if you don't want to kiss me, I will understand and I turned away when you looked into my eyes so if you don't want to love me, it won't come as a surprise. Many have tried and many have left and I remember them all, though I've tried to forget. So if you want to leave I don't care anymore, I'll be poring a drink as your closing the door. And a little boy is laughing as he stops to think of pain and how we like to think it's different but in the end it's all the same. And no matter how hard we dance we won't dance away the rain and if everybody is innocent then who the f*ck's to blame. I dated a girl who was afraid to sing afraid of the hope her melody would bring. She was scared of the world and she was scared of herself and she ignored my concerns and yet she prayed for help. I said if you can't help yourself, than neither can god your troubles will stay whether you like them or not. She said I don't talk to you because you don't understand I don't want his help, I just want him to hold my hand. They all leave soon enough and she left as well and they all leave their mark and a tale to tell and right to this day I still do not know whether she was trying to save face or trying to save her soul. And no one will know because no one will ask, if she makes sure of anything, she'll make sure of that hidden in a smile she'll be a strong man's bride and she'll promise him her heart if he won't look to far inside. And a painter holds his brush as he stares into the mirror and paints on what he wants to see, what he wishes he'd been given. But the more of the paint he splashes the more he needs to cry to sooth the cracks inside his broken heart that his brush will never find. [Extracts from 'Desespoir' by Oscar Wilde] A tangle of bodies lie awake at the dawn, their hearts are racing and their eyes are sore. They've both got what they came for and they both want to leave, but they're still holding hands as they fall asleep. At mid-afternoon when sleep lifts its veil, they wake with a kiss although their breaths are stale and they don't want them to but their bodies will press, because it's so easy to love when you're already undressed. So lets blow out all the torches and dance into the night and lose ourselves in ecstasy until the darkness turns to light. The winds will blow and the storms will roll and the night will soon turn cold, but it all seems so much easier when you have someone to hold.

You may be wondering why when i'm around I'm always staring at the ground. It's because i'm scared that if you look into my eyes you'll see the pain that lies inside. It's the way you do your hair and the way you dress like you don't care who might give up their time to give a fuck. When you're not looking I tend to stare i'm not proud of it and even if I were i'd still not have the courage that I need to talk to you and try and make you laugh to ask you whether you were ever looking back at me, oh no, how could you possibly be? Love is this game we play and the pieces are made this way and if we don't move ourselves then we're pushed. So I might as well admit the truth that i'm drowning in my love for you and I don't think love had ever hurt so much... I'm crushed, crushed, so fucking crushed. Out of all the people in this town that I could run into when i'm out and around it always seems to be you and I kinda want it to be to. Not as if the words get caught in my mouth and it's not as if I can't figure out just what it is that I want to say. It's just that me and you, we just can't be and I've always known and I can see that I don't have a place in your heart I haven't had one from the start. Your nice and you sure are kind but if i'm out of sight I know i'm out of mind there's no second thoughts for me oh no, how could there possibly be? Love is this game we play and the pieces are made this way and if we don't move ourselves then we're pushed. So I might as well admit the truth that i'm drowning in my love for you and I don't think love had ever hurt so much... I'm crushed, crushed, so fucking crushed.

If we don't hide then we'll surely cry but in our hearts we know the truth we'll never know anything in life unless we learn the stuff of youth.