I whisper,"You don't have to worry, we'll survive". Forced smiles underneath the brittle, frozen light. No proof that you're alive. Cold fingers find the curve below your tired eyes.
Trace the shape of my heart. 'Til it becomes more familiar to your eyes. I've been lost without you. Cold without your love. It's taken days and nights to make me realize.
Everything I touch. Is gonna someday turn to dust. What will survive?. Everything I am. Is held within His hand. He gives me life. . I wont die, I wont perish.
These days everybody's chasin' money. But I say you got nothin' if you ain't happy. Everything I own's in a suitcase in my hand, yeah. I've learned how to live by livin' right where I land.
Ever heard the albatross hangs motionless upon the air. Deep beneath the rolling waves and labyrinths of coral caves. The echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand.
I got her call last night. Let me know she had a good time. There is something, it just feels right. I wish it may, I hope that it might. Tired of running the streets alone.
She sits in a corner. Singing herself to sleep. Wrapped in all of her promises. That noone seemed to keep. She no longer cries to herself. No tears left to was away.
It doesn't always have a shape. Almost never does it have a name. It maybe has a pitchfork, maybe has a tail. But evil is alive and well. . It might walk upright from out of the inferno.
I've been walking the dirt floor. My eyes are open, Lord. Where did You go?. Have we just left You bored?. . On down this unholy well. We rolled Stirring barrels.
I'm worried 'bout you baby down in your rabbit hole. The evening of our great escape is starting to unfold. Out of bed, sleepy head it's different than you know.
What is your relation with ones and zeros ?. What can we do. when everything is a lie,. an illusion ?. Part human,. part machine. the evolution of our mind,.
Estoy cansado de mirar a los muertos preocupados. De haberse ido y al voltear mirar que nada ha cambiado. Estoy cansado de mirar a los mortales confundidos.
Quisiera cambiar mi manera de ver las estrellas. De ver el pasado, de ver mi muerte, de verme a mi. Quisiera cambiar esete estado terrestre. Esta carne, esta mente, y volver al estado original.
¿Cuántas veces has negado que sueñas otra piel?. ¿Que hay sudor en tu mirada, que tu voz ya se secó?. Y cuando pasa, ese suspiro es delatador. Cuando se aleja, sientes que el mundo se va a caer.
Yo no s que me pas pero mi mente un da se fue corriendo. Con ella se fue mi visin y mis sentidos asustados huyeron. Pas un silencio que me roz. Era mi mente que inhalaba vida.
El milagro es una luz. Una hoguera mi trinchera. Una esponja tu mano. Mi deseo tu cuerpo. . Es la conciencia, es una lgrima. De mi forma de resistencia.
Voy en camino mi estado original,. Cuando el venado baila alrededor del fuego. Y logra cruzar el cielo. Suele purificarse un alma raptada. Por el maldito viento de una miserable rata..
Se ha perdido un anciano. Se fu perdiendo poco a poco. Se fu buscando su tiempo en el tiempo. . En su muerte lleva un tesoro. En sus manos el ramo de dioses.
Sitting alone, my mind tends to wander. To the things I think will satisfy me. And every time I think I get somewhere, I seem to end back at the start.
Spending precious moments. never leaving your side. has made me whole,. introduced warmth into my life.. . Truthfully it's been on my mind. I can only see myself with you, for all of time..