and now it seems so odd to me that I believed in anything,. will this winter hold let go in spring?. Becoming more than how I'm viewing everything.. This is what you've been planning on?.
crucify you hanging there. we're gambling for the clothes you wear. not a hint of who you are. for disrespect we've raised the bar. . we fulfill this prophecy.
Hear me I'm the story teller. of knights and warriors I know many tales. "Their joyces and cries". Around the fire, in the redening light. "I'll sing my song".
Try to pretend that everyone's not dying here.. See this youth that's draining out and drying up.. The color fades.. We decay and turn away.. Won't you try and cover up all our lives..
I disappoint myself when I'm disappointing you. my sin won't seem to wash away yet I seek the truth. the saving grace that I see just can't apply to me.
We're gone but not better. A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built. It's not long but it matters. Your suit and tie are much too tight in Farmersville.
Far from all reality, lost in the furies of time. a place of magic eternity where stories and tales never die. landscapes of eternal light drowned in the wisdom of gods.
Philadelphia today, a face my eyes to see. Cold wind to move a tape of songs. For this time in youth, a score I've set to you. And images of a world that's passing by.
I saw a man dying and I could not save him. the ditch where he laid he appeared to be sleeping. seeing the light turning back to see him breathing. with a sigh of relief I'm moving still nearer.
A new age dawns before my eyes, I can feel the ars divine. With the sun above we'll build our holy land. What a sight to see a future yet to come. Now we become as one with the feeling of heaven.
Among the sounds of all the secrets here in private lies a motive,. And you can't make me talk or prophesize for rubies,. Cause i'm the target,. You know things are changing when in a room of one it's hard to stand out,.
You should be counting your blessings. From the sky. Your eagle eyes found the great blind faith. I could be kickin' the bucket. But you should know. I never had very good aim.
Forcing this to bend until breaking it apart.. Supposing this doesn't have to be anymore than thought.. For now it's not, and if I could just talk to you,.
There is a place lost into space. where live mystic legends mitsy tales. Open your mind to fantasy. you won't believe, won't believe what you will see.
Let me introduce you to a pair. That strikes crude oil but I see pyrite. It is the same old pattern. The goose that feeds the gander. They choose to act but not I.
I'm waking up because of smelling salts that I've been given.. Well that formula for caving in has now seceded,. from a courthouse filled with empty judges..
In the shade of willows and elms. a cold wind blows and carries my tale. a tale of rebirth, a season's change. and spring will shine again. . an early flower fragile and shy.
Whatever happened to waiting?. Numb lips move too fast for care. And it just happens that I'm thinking. Starving for breath of hope in heart I fell asleep to you breathing.