this sacred word.. this sideways phrase.. these pieces let me down.. it's what this waking heart will find.. and i watch for why.. as if it might just now..
The moon is swaying to and fro. And the moon is smiling on us below.
Do you know the story. Of the shepherd who'd turn. And took the river moon in his arms. Listen to the story. Mainly if you cannot read. Of the man who loved the woman.
The land is starving. It needs watering. The birds on the trees. Won't open the spring. For the rain won't fall here. . And the grass is no green. The birds are singing.
And when the lamb opened the. first seal,. I saw the first Horse.. The Horseman held a bow. . Now when the lamb opened the. second seal,. I saw the second Horse.
It's been close to a year since we spoke last. You haven't changed and now you're talking into my right ear. What happened when you ran off. With that friend of yours, or was she useful?.
but then again.... I could never take my time for granted and waste it like you do. I think that's something that you always knew. and in the end I just want to know how you could do this to me.
You wanted a mystic. something to believe. You needed a healer. and I could stop the bleed. And they hated me. from the moment I met you. . Loneliness is a battle.
In the middle of the night I was sleeping sitting up,. when a doctor came to tell me, "Enough is enough.". . He brought me out into the hall (I could have sworn it was haunted),.
Pull me out... pull me out.... Can't you stop this all from happening?. Close the doors and keep them out.. . Dig me out... oh, dig me out.... Couldn't you have kept this all from happening?.
by saying nothing. i'm saying something else. not victim to the cause. in time the voices fade, away. if you live in my world. then live in my world now.
feels like a misery. has followed me down. is draggin' around. feels like i've got no retreat. or place to reside. one day at a time. . still one question lingers.
Beneath these restless waves. A vessel's in its place it lies. We forget and live our lives. . A moment in a dream. Forever Child she speaks to me. She on her favourite ride.
If he could breathe then he would feel so well. And not locked up inside this prison cell. Another accident complacency. And now he questioning a truth believed.
Rope off another section of the city for the upper class then make another slum -. a place to throw your human trash.. Separate the blacks and whites, the rich from the poor..
Summer's here, winter's gone. Finally I can see the sun. Every time you walk into the room. . And all my fears disappear. When I'm in your atmosphere.