I breathe the mist floating about the stars. I can caress with velvet hands. I breathe the mist floating within without. This pen between my fingers. .
I only want what's mine. That's what I came to find. A little respect that's all. From you. . Because one has his natural right. But somehow that doesn't seem right.
I never knew you but you seemed to be, to me, a great man. wise as a serpent and gentle as a hillside white lamb. we heard your voice. we saw your choice.
Fatherless and the widow. Stricken down by the hand of death. Grasping for security. Anticipation of the imminent next. Of the imminent next. . The fatherless and the widow.
Tell me father are you riding on. The fictional bus up to heaven above?. . Do you listen to the angels on the outskirts. Have they persuaded you?. Oh tell me father.
Tonight the lamplight swirls and glistens. Melting itself upon my face. I'm hanging my silhouette near the shoreline. I'm swimming underneath in the noontime.
You're a painting with symbols deep, a symphony. Soft as it shifts from dark beneath. A poem that flows caressing my skin. In all of these things you reside and I.
Hey I am. Having a little trouble. Again with myself. Today I would label out of the ordinary. . Hey I read. The words to label him. Said he strikes a tune mighty fine.
I've wrapped myself up. In a universe again. And let the darkness quell. My matchflame confidence. And unwillingly I hide. The lever I must find. To release the deep.
Let me, let me know what makes you happy. And I'll do it over, over and over again. . Let me, let me know just how you love me. And we'll spin around again in this field of flowers we're in.
Drifting away from You. Pinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolation. In a spell, walking away from the fire. That keeps my heart from turning to ice.
In the middle of my mourning. Sits joy like ahappy child. In the middle of this death. I must cry with life for a while. . And death is great. We are in his keep, laughing and whole.
I see the wonder setting in. Over where I am going. And where I've been. And by the way when I kneel to pray. It never seems you're there. And I'll admit that I do not try.
deep inside the darkest night. is drinking in the light. from pinholes pricked, holy needle knicked. in a canopy of white. i'm alone, i'm alone. and i'm beating my soul.
Questions flew. And words were hurled into the air. And when the smoke had cleared. I saw you lying there. I used my words like bullets in a gun. To pick your ego off like skeet flung.
Kiss Me out of the bearded barley. nightly, beside the green green grass.. Swing, swing, swing the spinning step. you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress..
Kiss me out of the bearded barley. Nightly, beside the green, green grass. Swing, swing, swing the spinning step. You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.