Out upon the open fields. The rain is pouring down. We're pulling up the sheets again. Against the passing tides of love. Every doubt that holds you here.
Your poetry describing me. It doesn't come close. You work the handle. You smear and turn. But you come no closer to meaning. . It's your vanity. That's obvious.
Under yellow light. Comes the face of tomorrow. Lights the fuse. Gives meaning to. All that was previously hollow. . To a soundtrack of sirens. And mute aspiration.
I recognize no method of living that I know.. I see only the basic materials I may use.. If you ask me, I may tell you.. It's been this way for years..
Messages ran all over town. Words without sound. Condemned me. And left me for dead. All over again. It wasn't the first time, but this time. Things will never be the same.
I see your eyes light up like fire. It`s medicine to me. But as the hunted live their lives. You`re keeping out of reach. . So I keep running, falling.
Oh, the lights are blinking. Here's the great deceiver. Bling, bling all bets are off. It goes unnoticed. If not for me it goes unnoticed. . Find another record.
I see the world. With a heart that knows. In shadow play. Rain. Tree. Crow. . I put no trust in mile stones. Disparate hopes. Halfway homes. . I share the world with one who knows.
Welcome me father on the North shores of Lapland. Welcome me father who knows no name. Welcome me mother the earth here is yawning. My body is shaking for want of a flame.
The silence of the park. The moonshine after dark. Came to keep her company. The tiny golden cross lay upon her throat. Hands clutching tight her rosary.
If heaven watches over me,. Sowing seeds back in the soil.. With eyes that see, hands that feel,. Why am I the last to know?. Sheltered lives, spent partially breathing,.
She brings me water. Sweeter than wine. Lost in the moment. Summertime. . Counting the hours. Beating our time. Shallow as any heart. I could hope to find.
Voices heard in fields of green.. Their joy, their calm, and luxury. Are lost within the wanderings of my mind.. I'm cutting branches from the trees,.
Standing firm on this stony ground. The wind blows hard. Pulls these clothes around. I harbour all the same worries as most. The temptations to leave or to give up the ghost.
Shadows form knights and pawns. Upon the squares. Blood is drawn up from the well. Secret signs brought the crime. Right to your door. An innocent guilty as hell.
There's a man down in the valley. Who doesn't speak in his own tongue. He bears a grudge against the English. The tune to which his songs are sung. . There's a man down in the valley.
"Climb the stairs. And step into my dream house". . These words are yours, maria. The waters warm (hold me). The table bare (till the worst is past). Until the summer nights return.
They`ve stolen the moon. The magic has gone. And there in this place. A black midnight sun. The darkness is frightening. And love is denied. They`ve stolen the moon.
I'm waiting on the empty docks. Watching the ships come in. I'm waiting for the agony to stop. Oh, let the happiness in. I'm watching as the gulls all settle down.
He gambles on the saddle. He's pulling on the mane. He thrashes on the horse's back. Ambition is a bloody game. . Horse doesn't want to jump. The river looks too wide.