• South of Eden is where my heart is.
    My dreams died long ago in your arms.
    The foolish yesterdays scar the ever present tomorrow.
    The thought of paradise is lost along with the future.

    Light no longer shines through the clouds.
    The vision of happiness began to cloud long ago.
    Futuresque dreams became concrete fairytales.
    Bleed dry by the hopes dying long since past.

    South of Eden is where my heart died.
    Buried with a cross in it's side.
    Tears became the rain flooding down the window.
    Silence became the answer to the childhood dreams.