Dinner call in the late afternoon. The sun step down for the moon. Story books, nightlights. And I still remember songs. Piano sing-alongs. And the colored sounds of spring.
I made my place by the door. I didn't know what I was waiting for. It felt just like home. Except, no grass, no yard, no pictures hung. . I could see across to the park.
Once upon a time in a place. Far, far away from here. Long, long ago, weary eyes. Drift past distorted lights. And dream of a love that made you feel more alive.
You're one with the burdon of intuition.. You're one with the freedom of a blank stare.. You're one with the best friend you lost,. You wish was still there..
Oh oh oh oh oh. . So, you'll meet me there. Behind those castle walls. Just like before. We walked right through. Those empty halls. . It made me think about.
I'm all alone. Sitting down in the corner. Of the room. I'm scared to think. Cause thoughts are company I can't keep. So I assume. . Kind hearts command.
I'd be the first to admit;. I've got myself into a bit of a fix.. ]I've been a little bit fast, a little bit rash.. Maybe a little over romantic.. . I'd be the first to admit;.
Hey girl, tell me where you been?. I've been losing my mind. I've been going thin.. When she looks me up and down and says that nothing's changed,. I can hear a voice screaming out inside my brain "There's something wrong"..
Chin Up! Drink up!. You don't know how you really did love.. Drink Up!. You don't know how you did love.. I know, I know I've failed again.. I know, I know I'm not the man I was..
I awoke on Sunday morning, felt a change inside of me.. I looked out my bedroom window, mist as far as I could see.. . You're all in my presence. I'm glad you could be..
Cynicism has such clamorous voice. that is easily heard as man's glamorous choice. Something rings clearly as though from afar. to illume our minds. and kindle our hearts.
welcome one and all. I'm you see you've come. for all the time your here i feel less lonely. sometimes i wonder though, the way you treat me so. i will not stand to be taken for granted.
telephone lines running at an angle to the ground. birds black silhouettes move and mingle love is found. honey skys and the pink light dies. a tall man and his asian bride.
From the stained glass window, to the back of the room. Sun spread like the last bit of butter. Shading the corners, it flattered the room and I stare at jesus mother.
In the summer, I watch with tv with my dads new wife. I rode around on my moutian bike. Like the big backyard and the fallen tree. the sun is cold and the summers free.
two in the dark. a competent heart. come and live with me. Just out of reach. the tape would repeat. Asked to find the flame,. could barely glow. Between Leos.
There are emeralds in the moon glow. And storms raging through my mind. Just a whisper in the shadows. And I fell into the night. . Won't you let me out?.