faith,. is not something that i grasp. its something that i fake,. as I'm slipping, as I'm falling through the cracks,. faith. without actions is a mask,.
Leave me here and lock the door. Latch the windows, lose the key. But you'll be back some day. . What else then is true love for. If not to starve and wait for spring?.
It's been so long. And tin cans and string for years. Is all that we've known. Could it be you're really here?. . 'Cause my eyes are open. And everything still moves in slow-motion.
Only now that you have taught me. (but how late) my lack. I see the chasm. and everything you are was making. my heart into a bridge. by which I might get back.
Mother crow feels no pain. Speaks no words. Speckled egg, hatching slow. Bible-black baby bird. One day, fly over me. . Placed you in a Flannel coat. Months fly by.
One day the dreamers died within us. When all our answers never came. We hid the truth beneath our skin but. Our shadows never looked the same. . A ghost is all that's left.
Wake up everyone. It's not too late. To save the remnants of. Our hearts stop giving up. Our last shattered love. Our only chance to find the meaning of.
Well you know I hardly speak. And when I do, it's just for you. I haven't said a word in weeks. 'Cause they've been keeping me from you. . But there's a way where there's a will.
it infiltrates,. insidious,. it feigns at love,. betrays our trust. in what we've known,. since we were born.. the truth we've found in all we see. . points to design,.
love everywhere,. exploding, maims and blinds,. a living dance upon dead minds,. love everywhere,. exploding, maims and blinds,. a living dance upon dead minds.
Was there a time that we knew peace?. When all the children had a place to sleep?. When rhetoric was not enough?. . Was there a time we weren't at war?.