I fall to my knees, shake a rattle at the sky, I'm afraid that I'll be taken, abandoned, and forsaken in her cold coffee eyes.

She was physically forgottenThen she slipped into my pocketWith my car keysShe said you've taken me for grantedBecause I please you

Never be too proud to get down on your knees and pray.

Anything you strike, anything you shake or rattle, or just anything that can be picked up, and you can create a sound.

I try to open up my heart as much as I can and keep a real keen eye out that I don't get sentimental. I think we're all afraid to reveal our hearts. It's not at all in fashion.

A sky full of silent suns.