Bar smoke and cigarette Take form and whisper dreams; Echoes of faded memories Stitched by nostalgia’s golden sea… Dancers tap in wooden floors
What do I want? It’s funny you ask; I never really know, you see. It changes with the day And every which way,
Every night I find myself in the… The floors below the banister Whisper words of peace to me, That I might escape this crazines… And as many times I resist; I’m n…
A single spark is all it takes to… To ignite the flames of industry, To cause quite a commotion. It’s not always what’s to be seen; Some whispers can’t be heard.
Slowly comes the smile Gently across my face; Inching onward, a breaking dawn Stretching out like angel’s grace. My hands come up to meet its ends,
To see the universe in perspective Trying to force planets to collide… To fill a void that’s been overloo… From so very long ago. It brings a tear drop to the eye,
Ladies, and the gentler soul; give the floor to The Great What… Fill your sure with uncertainty; I could twist your every wish. Tugging at your collar bone,
You’ll grow to fight the Dragon; Saviour of God’s kingdom come. They’ll pray for you And send you on your way With not a teardrop in their eye;
Poison delight; Such a loving taste on the lips Better than any other, Pours it’s way into our veins Before the bitterness comes out.
Push the engines forward, engaging full thrust. The eagle long since landed; what frontier could be left for us… If your goal’s to take the pain
A man alone, save silver law Pockmarked by all the things he sa… Lingering ghosts in dead set eyes, Never a tear, these men don’t cry. Quiet here, out on the trail,
Could you release me; Master, could you let me from the kennel? You’ve been barking up twisted trees, sign the papers out on me.
When you look at me, what do you s… A best friend, a boyfriend, welcom… I see an angel when I look at you I just wondered if you thought tha… I don’t want to be here
¿Dónde está mi amor? Lo dejo en casa. ¿Dónde está mi casa? Lo dejo con ustedes. Cuando su ojos se iluminan
As the one they hold on to; a lesson towards the knowing end, no better off to be accepted And darker waters, left to tread. Who’s this place for, if not me?