Somehow between the paradox of br heaven and hell is where my soul br was left with you br br Twirling so fast like a volcano trying br to erupt, smoke from the burning br ashes signifing the empty desire br you left with in me br br Howling like the tropical wind upon br a fierce strom at sea, I can still br recall every word you said to me br br Recalling exactly where you stood, br the cologne you wore I can close my br eyes and still see the october moon br br A paradox of heaven and hell, you gave br me the heaven but never told me there br would be hell...