Zircon's blaze might be a lure for the fad crown In the pale interior of this empty Ark Since the Orcoid orb's fast wounded me Wuth the greatest passage
(Tony Levin, Bill Bruford) (Instrumental)
(instrumental)
The day is over and still so heavy on the mind In flew glowing, smiling mother, butterfly in yellow To join the frowning cactus crowd Finding flowers
He hands me curious , small, transparent glints which tip-toe carefully up and down my spine. Movements within me , saying. "Come to me , come, come."
I'd like to think about her and the way she used to love me But I just can't live without her 'cause her arms are not around me And the season's getting
Forever, let the nights burn long for our loss As all words shall die in good time Fleeting shades of pain catch my eye And the mist of days long gone
Kiss these sour lips paint a smile on my face translate all of these words, and thoughts to actions BREATHE LIFE breathe life into my mouth never
Doctors played your dosage like a card-trick Scrabbled down the hallways yelling, "Yahtzee!" I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic Something called
Straight from these arms, slip the unsurprising victims. Down, comes the sun, in an uninspiring fashion. You'd never let me cut to the chase baby, because
the day is over and still so heavy on the mind: in flew glowing, smiling mother, butterfly in yellow to join the frowning cactus crowd finding flowers
You had a black suit born in the cottonfield I had a white dress born in the cottonfield (You had a black suit born in the cottonfield) Our favorite
Benedick, I?ve been wondering how you stay so cheery all the time Could you teach me, perhaps reach me in this lonely pit of gloom I hide? Could you
I?ll wait for you only As long as it takes I?ll sing you sweet songs About how we belong Together And if we don?t I?ll stay alone Forever You use
Rain oh the rain Pain oh my pain Tears and rain fall the same Chains oh my chains Days these long days Take me from this place Running for my life
Drawing castles in the sky Silly geese we?ve climbed so high Wearing white my back is turned With a Spiderman band-aid on my burn Where do they come