All the different entrances
      that lead  to something of the same.
Lets not play this game; lets just sit around
in our underwear and go about what ever makes it an
everyday.

In the quite of our four walls
I could have sworn I heard you ask for more
What is it that makes this moment so cold?
What are those distancing footsteps;
what is that sound of the shutting door?

                                      I still love you.