: (Led Zeppelin) Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face Stars to fill my dream. I am a traveler of both time and space To be where I have been. To
path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir
: You're such a perfect swimmer like a mantaray flying over the rocks and the spray strikes me how you still shimmer in your own weary way sliding under
t talk of the costs With a mouthful of wasps Time is up, so let them all fly Up in the sky. Yes, I was taught among your kind Kashmir Mouthful Of Wasps
: Hiding out behind the birch and frozen lakes the view of things seems clearer here and my mistakes don't fill out the capacious bags that I dragged
: And the ring is golden and the gate stands open and the lilies of the valley and the girl is more than shrewd and this place is such a scoop and the
: Angelic friend, I watch you sparkle from afar With spikes and dents And a hundred thousand luminous arms I wouldn't know how to find your exit doors
: Time is a fever a crystal breeze an iron flame time is a deceiver you think you own and it turns away fast oh so fast it burns like a comet that crashes
: Stay a little while there's an arrow tucked into my spine walk with me awhile like an Indian trailing my tail feathers through dry rivers and plains
: Stand up and undress show me your treasure the forest i will set ablaze and all that i adore sheltered in caress buried in pleasure wrap your leaves
: The coolest enemy That I have ever seen Is humming of impending war He slouches on the couch And tramples of the vow Not to come here anymore Some
: Kalifornia, have you gone wild? I'm sifting through your, dark miles. Reaching out for you, in the headlights' glare. But you're way too devious, to
: ...And in the corner of this room lucifer's now observing I'm swaggering past the wall of fiends surely it makes her nervous what's in the bag exchanging
: You pretend that you're alright; The worst noise is when you are keeping quiet. I see you're not the kind of girl, Who will dramatise, traumatise.
: A butterfly is in your hair reminding us it is that time of year a cool shade and a spot in the sun a cold struggle but the tiresome brawl is won how
: So pull me out of this dream turn off the television put on a romantic vinyl and come to bed again please be my next morning flower but don't be here
: I wish I knew where This devious road ends Dog fights in the street lights or indifference? Death hangs patiently under the mirrorball And no one seems
: I wanna run from the apathy from the questioning tounges and eyes that just won't come off and get a job in a industry where a smile's not required
