Your hurt is held by vicious feelings whimpering over you Endless subjects keep us floating yet still I think of you, Mallely. You're alone yet your sweet face is glowing You stopped waiting for other people's answers.
Too tired to sleep. So I find myself walking in the night. Oooo there you are. Certain that I saw the invitation of tomorrow. Mmm You warm the cold. .
The last time I saw. . That glow around your face. I remember mmm.... Love that shone from in your eyes. A wisp of passion's breath. I remember ohhh....
Wakin' up from a dream far away from home. Think' bout things you said about people. Who just don't know. On the morning train I ride, taking me to the other side.
The grip of satan baby. Had his fingers 'round our soul. 'Till Malachi obeyed every word the Lord had told. All pretending to be real. But the spirit of the cheat and face of deciet.
In your mind's eye come let's go. Further than all timid souls know. Then when we fear our end, it begins. . As the tide moves with the moon. Madness moves the force that ruins.
A long black dress shows me her shape. Sexy curves got me in a haze. . I love the way she plays with my mind. When I touch her with my fingertips. And then she hates me whenever I'm away.
Is there a voice in the mountain. Is there wisdom in the sea. Is there a place for a weary one to rest and let life be free. . Looking out past my way, the purpose of the journey.
Like the endless ebb and flow of the sea, rising. Falling amassing strength in its waves. It is the evolution of the human race. Like the grass in the fields.
Mistick Krewe of Comus dance into the light. Shaking off the heaviness of the night. Enchanted to confess to the Abbot of misrule. Appointed to preside o'er the Feast of Fools.
Around here there's a man who said. You've done nothing 'till you've risen from the dead. I don't know but that sure seems hard to do. . Around here there's a woman who cried.
When the grey sky, made its way. Deep into his heart. And the shadows wouldn't play. Wouldn't play their part. There was no escape. There was no escape.
Road wear, so sleepy. In need of fresh air. How long can you pretend to care. . So modern, down trodden. The story is old. Just ask those ice cold souls.