(2002)
True feelings are spoken in the bed of touch as desire
at the end of the rainbow make-believe was real and dreams
at the end of the rainbow make-believe is real and dreams
Feelings mislead the fallacies of love virtue cries for something
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up
True Love These awful days of loneliness holds my wayward feelings
There’s no need to take cover the morning light cast no shadows on love
the tale of lost feelings that once held dreams holds none
Is it the horsy ride that makes you giggle in dreams or the flying spoon open the hatch
the essence of your love permeates my soul
Within truth is seldom told from the
In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit
So wonderful are dreams when dreaming of you your
parking down the street walking very discreet to my back alley girl I slip inside wiping the tears