Son Of God

We Met Upon A Mountain

Mississippi Meltdown

Through The Looking Glass

I don't remember what your face looks like,

or how your voice sounds in the rain.

But I do remember the way you make me feel,

how you take away the pain.

I remember thinking of how sweet you smell,

and I can't wait to see you again,

to memorize the curves of your body,

the feel of your skin against mine.

I know that every night while you're gone,

I dream of being near you again.

I swear I'll take the time to learn

your face, your voice, your touch,

so next time I'll know it's you

looking at me from the mirror,

my body joining yours forevermore.