St. Eriksplan

Last straw fell silently... in steel needles and empty 
dreams never was her mountain, so she's headed down it and 
picking up speed. and it's beautiful

"they only ask when I don't know.
As if he'd tell me where he goes."

"Lover could you tide me over, have I told you what you 
mean to me? You're beautiful."

"Should you come down again, I hope that you remember me 
that way. this story's reached it's end, and now I'll walk 
away. to start over somewhere else, where no one knows my 
name."

Sweethearts break, and sweet spots bleed, and love gives 
way to loyalty... but nothing's free or guaranteed... and 
sometimes love escapes such misery.

And it's beautiful.

Moonlight through broken clouds , wide country all around. 
with every mile she's farther from a lifetime, with each 
mile she forgets more...

And it's beautiful.

"don't look for me again. I will not be coming back this 
way."

"the story's reached it's end and I have walked away.
Start over somewhere else, where no one knows my name.
No one knows the words I've spoken, the paths I've chosen
The promises that have been broken
Where no one knows the words I've spoken, the paths I've 
chosen where everyone that I know know's - him - where no 

one knows the words we've spoken the path's we've chosen 
the promises that we have broken where no on knows
The words we've spoken
The path's we've chosen
Where everyone that I know knows him
Where no one knows... no one knows my name..."

Reconstruct, reconstruct through
Self destruction.