who stole my ray of blue 

was it you

nobody’s home baby 

it was in a drawer underneath the corridor 

to tell you the truth 

happiness is my myth I can’t pursue 

can't speak the prelude to

did you take the keys from the porch 

the cigarette frayed from the phone cord 

the matches fit like candlesticks in your hair

I cannot break if I no longer care...

to tell you a truth you’ll never get another life line from me 

I am the dark you no longer can see