Father may I go so slowly in my own dreams. Standing here alone in the dark know my place. Down where I've gone next time. Show me your glory won't go away, won't go away.
Long days caught in his room. Trapped in the gloom of the dying light. His heart pleads through the wounds that he bleeds. The wounds he never can close.
What a dream you still love me whoa. Is it my imagination?. For we reached to one against all white. Left smoke in your eyes. And they were offering me good advice.
We choke on the poison wind. Well, these sad eyes can tell the story. Walk along an empire's path. And you said you'd come back again. . But you talk to yourself.
Sun shines on my face, how its golden design. Rain falls in this place and the fields come alive. Days are only rumors we've wasted, we cross the millions.
The days were golden we were known to be. We won't escape this memory forward on to the place we sail. All to believe when you raise an iron hand. This place without a song for all, the words just crawl.
Lost myself, when pain from your heart left its trace. In written words, held like a seam. I have no hand to heal. I can't imagine your emotions wrapped around.
So I say still away sleep close my eyes. Image of your face traced in white sand. Underneath, undefined I lay down. Arms outstretched I embrace the fall.
In the shadows. Buried in me lies a child's toy. In the shadows. The name is unknown to me. . In the shadows. Gray crusaders with tails mother made. In the shadows.
Sew it on, face the fool. Decembers tragic drive. When time is poetry. . And stolen the world outside. The waiting crush my heart. (Could). No. . Sew it on, face the fool.
I feel wrong. What's.... (What's Wrong With Me). Fallen through You. Bind myself. What's wrong with me. (What's wrong With...). . Made a sign there. (What's wrong with...).
Roses in water, wise men see. Move around before centuries later on we'll travel far. Roses in wine, I can see strange ways. An endless wave strange. .
Over my hand flew a snow white dove. When'd she disappear into the sun?. He has a halo, for dreams return to dust. Words dissolve on the page like tears in blood, blood.
Stay around. Running out time servant. Trip through the warm wind. . Feeling, sulking. My impression grows. Swayed stars part of my room and you. . You climbed the wreck.
And then a green bird, a few, that play all around me. (And in a river I view a play of her and me). Under the shade of a tree, her arms did comfort. .
Now they're swerving when I give. And now it's turning away from my impression at all. It's choleric months in baritone. But waiting for the tide out.
Meet me there, in the blue. Where words are not, feeling remains. Sincerity, trust in me. Throw myself into your door. . I go, in circles, running down.
If I break down all that I am. A field of wires, we'll see what it's worth to walk. To break the lines of alternate steel. If I turn around what matters the most in time.
How is it you feel?. I remember you at the top of my room. All these things we wondered how to hide. See how it works when. . All the day long in a bottle of mud.
How is it you feel?. I remember you at the top of my room. All these things we wondered how to hide. See how it works when. . All the day long in a bottle of mud.