I’m not doing so well, No I ain’t doing swell. It’d be something magic to get out… No I’m not doing so well. I’m not doing so great,
Look now across the desert, Down roads of nature’s hewn To the oratory spire That stands firm over the dunes. Watch for the lonesome figure
If you’re too scared to look insid… Or let your conscience be your gui… If you’re a lover of yourself Or only decorate book shelves, If you think you have a perfect li…
Dusty pages, torn manuscripts, A brewing rainstorm, As the taller flowers reach Towards the window Where you can see their yellow pet…
Looking out across the shore, The sandy seaside strand, One can hope to see no more Than shades of distant lands. For hope is dim as dawning light
Ears to listen, eyes to see, Mouth to speak and heart to feel: You can’t deny that this is me, But surfaces are much less real Than what lays hidden underneath,
She said she was a lion Said her claws’ll make me cryin’ I said no thanks, you’re too wild She said she’s giving me a child She said she was a snake
Tongue-tied, the sweat beads on yo… Those upper class children who liv… Whose disdain and judgments cannot… A child who raised himself to be d… Naivety is your only shield, but t…
Have you heard the stories of Gha… The tales to chill your marrow With deceitful smile and brittle s… And dead eyes, mean and narrow? They say that once she was a child…
Everything is in its place, There’s nothing out of line. I hear screaming inside my head But everything is fine. The sky looks like a dewy gem,
I looked at myself in the mirror t… I hated what I saw. The cares of a lifetime put out on… Each woe and every flaw. I saw a frightened little child
The moon hangs low in the chilly a… It’s faint silver shimmer Falling on frozen ground Beneath the vast starry sky. A man sleeps in the open doorway
Through thicket brush and mountain… Through deep and emerald sea, Through valley lush and winter sig… She found herself back home to me. My love, my love, where hast thou…
What do you do when the walls of y… Come tumbling down around you Like castles of sand Crumbling in the wind? What do you do when the clocks
When I was a kid, I was even more shy then Than I am now, if you can believe… Now I have social phobias. Back then I was just shy.