Mother of motion, the eyes can't capture time, falling emotion, the blind now lead the blind, we commit indescretions, and omit our sins from sight,
The day is withering Broken by the weight of the tide All shadows past Grow longer Till they smother light and leave no trace For evidence And
She cries, children often do When they're cold, and hungry too, Come closer, look deeply in her eyes So delicate, quite unlike her smile Life clinging
Don't ask me to surrender Her voice fell tired and spent My hopes and dreams, a silent heart I carry here within Her outstretched wings, left tattered
Where the light burns a little brighter where the shadows dance on the walls where holy men hide their holy secrets the sacredness of life is sold standing
Shades of feelings my heart denies bathing in shadows hidden in the eyes of lies my glowing future now these embers burn uncanny restlessness- but ask
Here comes the rain again Falling on my head like a memory Here comes the rain again Tearing me apart like a new emotion I want to walk in the open winds
Sample: Usually I get real pissed off and wonder if anyone's really listening to me... Bring em back on the dead feathers We once left for the falling
Your eyes they often lie and leave me feeling misunderstood our tragedy plays out like a symphony a breath and a whisper are your clues inside
Do You Believe in Angels?...
(oo chak-kah) a-khay-do, he cha-mo-neh-ya hey-ma kayo-maneh-hey sto-ma kaneh-teko-lunyeh ma-yu, nome-ga-ye-fe no-way-oh, wayyy oh-wayyy-oh wayyy oh-way
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You're lying awake the room is different the walls dissolve replaced by sky horizon blackening twilight beckoning as the clouds are stretching wide
I see you watching looking back at me these hellish eyes they are not mine I see the blood and saliva dripping from your tongue did the angel fall? when
Somewhere in the darkness I stand Watching and waiting again Somwewhere in the darkness she cries And I hear the silent cry The silence Her lips
Scented pain and seperation defies the physics and the form that life must to exist consume and be reborn why is this strange attraction a call to
Twas Brillig and the slithy Toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe, All mimsy were the borogoves And the momeraths outgrabe. Beware the Jabberwock
Something falls on the horizon I see a silhouette disappear And in the distance, I heard him cry As he fell deeper, into this (laughing) Dull is life