Dream sweetest dreams. aqualunae dreams. . Come with me up the stairs of the rainbow at the horizon. made of drops of down. don't worry,I'm just the guardian of your playground.
I drown in the sound. In a sterile atmosphere. Down below the noise sphere. In sterile cold blue steel. Lifeless in time. . A caress of cold, a caress of cold.
I saw her just the other day. but she wouldn't look my way. I think she looks tanner that ever. Impossible for mid-November. TAN IN A CAN. TANINACAN. Lying there in that aluminum tube.
Scenery's far from the Sun. Far from the dust. Glide into dusk. Cobalt of Match. I see your eyes above the arch of your smile. Lost in this nighttime through the daze of its dark.
I cannot find a way to describe it. It's there insinde. All I do is hide. I wish that it. Would just go away. What would you do. You do if you knew. What would you do.
Nobody is talking about the hazy sky. Have the mountains gotten smaller or is the water getting high?. There's a light up on the hill, illuminating glow.
[Kate Bush Cover]. . I still dream of Orgonon.. I wake up crying.. You're making rain,. And you're just in reach,. When you and sleep escape me.. You're like my yo-yo.
Here's another, drink to cover,. Every word you say.. Fine excuses,. It wasn't you then,. Sorry, my mistake.. . So here comes the part,. Where the stunt double plays..
Once she told me about a dog. Which abandoned by its owner. It died of melancholy. Since the it was all a little bit clearer.
So sorry son, you're worrying your mother. No explanation's gonna make it seem all right. Young boy, listen to your father. It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide.
Monday morning you woke up crying. The outcome of a stupid line, oh-oh. Said by some punkass on the street. It wasn't me, it wasn't you. It wasn't anybody you knew, is it.
This is now, since and then. and this is where we unendingly. forever stand. . And then I saw your smile,. the origin of the sun. which cracks the stone.
I can pretend for you, that I mean every word said it's true. That I'd probably rather be like a stranger in disguise. And act as if nothing ever... .
Slowly gliding down through the bottle that seems to have no end. Sweet is the falling in those bubbles and colours. When you leave nothing you care about behind.
I can't say where you are. Can't see where you are. Can't stay in the Sun. And I wonder, why am I even here right now. Attending this slow parade. Of massive figures and clouds.
Everyday is passing quickly like a bullet train. And time is not impressed with your complaints. Try moving faster just to get ahead of everyone. your misconceived beliefs are killing you faster than anyone.
Weakness reeking out your core. I can smell your corruption. Sickness I cannot take no more. You're infecting my conscience. . I'm watching breathless.
And now that the cold has returned. Where is my window. From which I used to dominate. The world. . My gray, black, azure world. A world without no wars.
packing up the pictures in an old shoebox. does it feel as if your taking back the love that made it real?. its so silent i can almost hear you walk,.
It flows out from inside. It builds cities and fairytales. Reachable from here through a stairway of dust. But fail to restore. The themes and rhymes and the frescoes half-lights.