In this festival of time when I seek but will not find. Would you shine some feelings into my eyes?. Could you climb with healing into my tired mind?.
The stormy little boy stares out the window. It's freezing to him living there inside. Sometimes in his room he feels the wind blow. And it's there the thorn is twisting in his side.
Wrap your shame in a shroud. Raise your grief to the clouds. Angels sing inside our smiles. Let the wind wash the stains out. . Let the sky drip in your eyes.
Slither into your room. Stained with weak perfume. A silhouette of smiles. Your criminal profile. . I'm placing you under. Missing and lost but nearly found.
Tripped on a wire, ask me, tell me how I'm feeling. Stranded by the light of the evening. Watching the flies surrounded by fire inside this season. Blinded by the light of the evening.
Ring a ring around the rosie. Got a pocket full of smiles. Take all the lies you could have told me. Dress them up in style. . I find myself adrift on a frozen sea.