an outcast of victorian society. a crying jag since long-gone childhood days. the dream to be an albatross. with alabaster wings. to be flying. before the last bell rings.
When a gentle girl can win. Prayer from out of the lips of sin. When a child gives up tears. And the barren almond bears. . When the silent chapel bell.
Time stands still in Canterville. For ages this curse lays upon. Pass the night walking for four hundred years. Longing for this liaison. . The barren almond once shed the leaves.
[The one]. Here, here you stand. All seems to be in the air. For no reason at all?. Facing the world in despair. If you could only come to know. This hope, the infinite now.
The air was thick like honey. Looking from a room. The room had open windows. To let this springtime through. . Evening stood by watchin'. At the side of summer's promise.
WELCOME HOME, WELCOME LIFE. SO UNKNOWN, WHEN YOU ARRIVE. THE FIRE, SO CUT THE WIRE. YOUR EYES, YOUR SMALL EYES. YOUR EYES, YOUR HOPEFUL EYES. WELCOME LIFE, WELCOME HOME.
Seems I was sleeping for one thousand years. The wheel of time has turned into the age of tears. How long I am in there I cannot tell for sure. But the flower starts to fade she has to endure.
In the shades of night this phalanx is our home. We're hanging on a string, we're waiting. Below electric skies, in times of need we call. She is taking care, she loves us all.
Along the banks of astral silence. The Honey Rivers flow. The time seems standing still before my eyes. . The velvet sound of the ocean waves. White sand underneath.
facing the constellations high above the sky. if I could fly along and sway the milky way. when venus has its row, great bear and polar star. I see them dimming from afar, is's so bizarre.
Back all those years. When all just used to be. Those memories in me. . Palisades surrounding. Deep in my torn heart. The reality it won't ever start.