Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
Bedroom whispers hungers and moans the beauty of your flesh
I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings
none cares to listen as the rose peddle falls none sees
We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe
Is it the horsy ride that makes you giggle in dreams or the flying spoon open the hatch
I hear whispers from my soul the lament of love
a lost soul staring in the dark waiting for the second coming
Empty Kiss Unfilled dreams holds the whims of love
Life In Prison my gun is loaded with anguish that will never end cocking the hammer
There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you
The passing star fades into the night and so does the notion
So wonderful are dreams when dreaming of you your
I feel your magic in dreams and see stardust
painful emotions of tainted thoughts that search for answers