Today I'll stay Within the clutches Of my time Will I have courage? Will I break through? Poisoned by the bounds Of denial...so scary I've seen wisdom
breathe a moment's grace For the hunter and the hunted Taking time to break the pace Are you hopeful? Are you haunted? By the ghosts of Christmas past
twelve years old Now guilt lives in the pit of his stomach And even though he's grown He believes he deserves to be punished Now he lives his life past
mine CHORUS: The rain is coming (I will give myself up) The rain is coming (I will not rage inside) The rain is coming (turn my face to the sky) Let sadness...let sadness
. acuerdate que te fuiste y te olvidaste de mi. Come a little closer, look at me, what do you see The tracks of my tears because of you and wasted years
white horse tells his stories Of the days now past and gone And the children stand a-wondering Believing every song, how brightly glows the past When
with (a) weak mind goodness in his heart Does goodness exist? revolution through peace love among worms impossible ideals Does peace exist? Two thousand years have past
the past is not dead Can stop and smell the smoke You keep saying the past is not dead Well, stop and smell the smoke You keep on saying the past Is
went home for Christmas to the house that I grew up in Going back was something after all these years I drove down Monterey street and felt a little sadness
? Why don't you come and take me with you? And so I know you had to go I'm dreaming of the past An echo of the years we passed through Asleep in your
I fear future, I fear past In this sadness is no rest I must sleep, I'm tired of those Thoughts that had filled my head Twenty six years you would
circumnavigate everyone I am the scarecrow, alone and disconnected You stare right past me undetected I am only here when you expect it And feel a sadness
Out in the deserts of darkness and dreams, Out though the oceans of sadness we sailed. Venturing onwards through mystical scenes, Blown on the whim of
--- -- ---- --- ---- --- Mother, you have been dead now for six years And in the years since then, I have grown to know my father, and this makes me happy
Another sheep to masturbate In book of names by ivory gates You're lost, you'll never find A flock of sheep with rotting minds The cost is suffering 2000 years
reaching for the sky Life stranger then fiction Can make you want to cry Roots could never stop her From reaching for the sky Those years have all past
apart On a night that rises and clears In a sky that's clouded by years My anger is a form of madness And so I'd rather have hope than sadness And you
