You couldn't find a way to read my passion You listen to the blood flow in my veins You hear the teaching of the wind To tell her what I?m alive within
It was a strange dream It took my heart from me And though it did seem To end my misery I could still see where My life was headin' for A voice cried
Lonely is the night Now that darkness has fallin' And the world is callin' Nothing seems right Everybody's looking back As the wind comes whispering
I invoke him and he comes to me In my dreams dressed in black He speaks in a language only I can understand His hands are warm, his breath is hot He
Eerie moonlit desperate night Boat lost on a sea of fog Eerie eerie all night Eerie eerie all night Will the flow of the tides Show the blind where
Airports to Amsterdam There's nothing that we can do now I'm convinced, oh, that you're right You're right where you belong Beside me, to remind me Did
Countless hours, turning into Countless days, a doubtful outlook Digging from my grave, that's my home actually Sick and angry for no reason, falling
Eerie Shapes In The Smoke Of Incence Like Twisted Faces In Ethereal Mirror
"Far out" he said, "I see yellow, green, and blue and red. Spiders crawlin' up the wall, rivers of blood flowin' down the hall. Turn it upside down and
What's the count Jack? I long for peace of mind Tortured and thrilled at the same time Betrayed by a bitch and her kiss Wait until they get a good look
Unborn, a fresh young girl Frail with the weight of the world Already bent at the beauty of the night Sent from heaven, unwanted on Earth She brings her
Now I am bound, I am caught I am tied with a lover's knot I am bound, caught, tied with a lover's knot Like a fly, caught in your web I could break free
Half of me wants to find religion The other half of me says no Half of me needs to find a rhyme and a reason The other half just don't know what for
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Trade my soul, I'd trade my soul Give my like to that rock and roll Down on my knees howlin' like a dog Prayin' to my God, lookin' for the right road
Tortured soul, you, you long for one Greater than the sum of love Gone forever is the morning sun Can it be forever gone She was lovely once, she was
A crepe it hangs upon a wreath of black Comes a gentle rock of a baby casket Forth and back, this way, then that Its eyes not yet wide open, a heart