Lift the wailing wood. Hammer the tortured nails. Place the ghostly steps. Below the battered rails. . Invite those crazy strangers. Dressed in stranger clothes.
In dreams I appear and take her. Down a path she dares not wander. In a town beset by plunder. I shake her blood and bone. . In dreams she asks my guidance.
These were my confessions. (A message to God). The light begins to fade. (Its time to go). Back into the shadows. (That hard black fog). Where darkness has its way.
These are my confessions. Secrets of my mind. Everything that mattered. Truth I can not hide. . Nothing but a shadow. Distant memory. What I was. What I am.
On a brutal winter night. We stood bravely side by side. Against snowballs launched our way. By the enemies of our kind. . In a graveyards mourning light.
When I saw you die the death. Whilst beating animal. I ran to approach the poachers' nest. To strip them of their epaulet. . You really are the maddest beast.
Grow your hair longer. It's easy to in summer. When the days fold under. . If it pours in the daytime. We'll have to stay indoors. I'll milk the time you sat with me.
(Verse 1). She's taking her time making up the reasons. To justify all the hurt inside. Guess she knows from the smiles and the look in their eyes. Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one.
Welcome Mother Nature. Welcome to your home. Welcome to the place you used to own. Decorations fading. The writing on the wall. Illusions of an era free for all.
The everlasting swelling, hear the sound of the high swelling. The roar of the sea is as was heard by me as a child. Without change, without pity, sweeping up the sand of the shore.
I had first realized the shape I was in. After six years in uniform, in the standing din. I signed in at eighteen for a college degree. Recruiting out of high school into opportunity.
The plot gets thicker and it always goes astray. You're never holding in your hands a particular play. You're not satisfied with the taste or smell. And it's not what you ordered, well.
I always wonder where you came from. And you always say Mars. I noticed one day my life was missing something. And then there you are. . In your shiny Martian suit.
On the edge of a moment,. In the land that we love,. In the time that our best has to be good enough,. Like all those before us, we start out alone,. We race from our schoolyards, into the unknown.
She is packing in slow motion the sun is coming up. I am sitting in the next room staring in my coffee cup. Now we are driving down the shoreline, this car is cut in two.
Far across the Mississippi and out on the open plains. In an Oklahoma cow town where the sky begins to rain. In a dusty run-down honky tonk sits a drifting tumbleweed.
I dreamed I saw a crazy horse. Riding through the badlands. He was wild and brave and free. I swear, I heard the cries of the innocent victims. In the wind with wounded knee.
You speak to me through a broken window. You are alive in an old oak tree. You hold me close when the winter wind blows. I hear your footsteps on the street.