like a bottle And lord knows I'm tackeled from frowled? May I illuminate the nameless faceless saints of this out and open grace Every lover on a mission
After the rain A killer crane After the rainbow Across the sky Her grace is glide Across the sea Across creation And over time Her grace she slides
You Gave no reason for letting go I just thought you might like to know You're the only one I ever loved True We've demolished a thing or two But it
you feel like you are all by yourself So when the chance comes along like where you could help right a wrong The bullshit's got you stuck up on the shelf
Beverly Hills, burning of plastic Scraped it away, I do, I may For the summer For the summer Here goes your man, dances the hourly Cape land to colors
much We're closer now And said enough Is it not me? Am I not rolled into your crush? The road you choose Unloads control See it take me so Go on throw
More bowls and more Cups and the riot for the Last hot meal erupts Corrupts his hard drive Through the leanest months Shells out the hard cash For the sickest stunts; on aftershave, on
Faceless fall from this life and ah If you can't see the stars You've probably gone too far Like the voice that cried On the lonesome tide Like the wave
barely fly. And Mary and David smoke dung in the trenches While Zion's behaviour never gets mentioned. The writings On your wall And the blood on the
of sound Well there's a Golden Age Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round Love, don't you falter Burning hearts Dragged behind The horses dancing on
Trouble ahead of its time Is the fate of the fish washed up on shore Do you know that he just won't feel right Till he's swallowed up by the tide Thought
Under my love Wake up to your window The day calls in billows It's echoing moonlight on to the blue nightmare of your heart In cosy red rainbow It's shaking
the saints Shot down in the square Don't track it in on the soles of your shoes When you're dragged into the back of this car Go ahead put your red dress on
and it's killing your mind And it's poking your atmosphere But should you find it obscene in that gray All dramatic series young hearts say Lord, if you've got loss Come on
Oh but the longing is terrible, A wonton heart under attack. I wanna love you, All the way off, I wanna break your back. Colour of all that's hysterical
Lonely little love dog that No one knows the name of I know why you cry out Desperate and devout Timid little teether Your eyes set on the ether Your
Congratulations on the mess you made of things; On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings. And oxidation is the compromise you own But this
It might be impractical To seek out a new romance We won't know the actual If we never take the chance I'd love to collapse with you And ease you against
