Theres an old town wrought. With mystery of Tom. The poet and his muse. And the magic lake. Which gave a life. To the words the poet used. . Now the muse she was his happiness.
Morning comes slow today. Memories push through from yesterday. Where will I be tomorrow. What do I have to show. . From my life. . Stay. I need you here for a new day to break.
Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful, so like an angel. but I see, tears flow quietly.. . The struggle she's seen this spring, when nothing comes dancing.
The devil may smile with an angels face. A cat may be stolen of its grace. They say it's just a matter of time and place. . A man may be less than an animal.
I wake up to the sound of rain upon my sill. Pick up the pieces of my yesterday old thrill. Can I deliver this used up shiver. To how I pronounce my life.
I danced a tango with my hubris high on youth. We swept across the dance floor to subjective truth. . But there was no harmony there. No reason for coexistence.
Hear your heartbeat. Beat a frantic pace. And it's not even seven AM. . You're feeling the rush. Of anguish settling. You cannot help showing them in..
We made ourselves a home out of our dreams.. Brought with us this love now bittersweet.. And maybe I could say now that I always thought of you,. how you run to walk with me your whole life through..
More in my face than is my taste. I grow so weary I'll surrender. to what they say Let them lead the way. Till' I can no longer remember. my darling dreams Prewritten scenes,.
Never said you'd promise anything. Never told to trust you blindly. Never thought you'd hurt me either. . Never had a chance. Now ain't that so. Never should've wept.
Gotta get a hold of myself. I see them gathering around. And they need me to do their will. . It's like I'm standing again. On the same window sill. Am I happy on the pill.
I've walked the distance. I paid my dues and I tried to have a go at what I thought. I knew was real, held no appeal. I've been to places, I've seen the tidings.
If this machine doesn't stop,. what will you do if it never goes out. Never goes out of season. . It never stops as it turns,. there ain't no passion, yet it burns.
What do we have but illusions where one man's absolute is another's choice. Giving in to confusion, till love and hate both tempt with the same voice.
Well it's a different man in your face. And so out of place. That you can see anything there that you wish. Kiss my bliss. It's like i'm a welcoming freakshow doormat.
This is my toothpaste moment, oh, I'll need to flash a smile. I'll be the super-absorbent-man, watch them flock to me in single file. And I'll need to do it with style, I need to keep me up to date.
I see you crying and it rains. Washing away the bad days. Washing away the pain loss brings yeah. And then you smile though it aches. Cos you don't believe in mistakes.
Yeah decency she done left our home. On her rollerskates. So I guess she's pretty far gone. Left me with my greed. To answer for my own. For how could a deadened sense.
She can see about four satellites. Every minute of the hour. And find a four leaf clover. Where you never saw a flower. She's habitually paradoxical a parallel perpendicular.
I'd stay the hand of god, but the war is on your lips. How can I brace myself for razor blades on whips. When everything with meaning is shattered, broken, screaming.