Forging a difference, we summon existence. This distance is not what it seems. Painstaking process, it pulls at our instincts. We're living outside of our means.
Here's the story, the story in the hay. Calling warning, warning, cow delay. See the mourning, morning going away. Cease your sweeping the sheep have shown the way.
Freedom. . I'm going somewhere. guess I'm only about halfway there. and all I own's this flesh and bone. and the book of common prayer. If you'd like a hippy.
You only see what your eyes want to see. How can life be what you want it to be. You're frozen when your heart's not open. You're so consumed with how much you get.
The ingots are burning red. I'm working time and a half. Tomorrow I'll stay in bed. What a life I lead, what a life. . I burn my fingers, why don't you.
I laid awake a whole night long. Waiting for the sun to beat down on my head. In this broken bed. . I laid awake and dreamt of ships. Passing through night.
Every chip from every cup. Every promise given up. Every reason that's not enough. Is falling, falling at your feet. . Every one who needs a friend. Every life that has no end.
Past lovers whisper. Temptations from before. But I've learned illusion. I don't listen anymore. . Some memories thicker still. On my silver screen. But I turn and walk away.
Imagine a new world. Unseen and without form. And this our day, a new dawn. Some people are lonely. Some people are so sad. Reach out and give what you have.
I watched you to fly away today. You held me close and turned away. And you were gone. I said I couldn't understand. Why you need a foreign land. What's wrong with home?.
Forever earthbound - found in illusion. Spinning in circles deep, in my confusion. Memories fading - slip into fantasy. I may be leaving - then stay. Following endlessly.
Where we threw the stone. The stream ran warm inside the sun. Along the bank we walked. So clear that day. Worn by time, dust and weeds. Light and dark fell through the leaves.
The lonely street eclipsed the sun. Until the sculptor had begun. To etch and mold a dream. Which soon became a passing game. A sad forgotten scene. A face of yesterday.
What lies beneath the Rowan tree. Magic dust that I may breathe. Starlit night, the mist entwines my fear. A faerie ring untouched by time. Secrets of the inner mind.
Frauen machen uns arm, Frauen sind dekorativ,. Frauen weinen mit Absicht, Frauen sind einfach nicht objektiv. Oh, Frauen sind so verletzlich,. Frauen sind auf jeder Party einfach unersetzlich.