It's the gravel in your skin that makes you feel alive.
If you can't feel that burn you don't want to feel, don't want to feel tonight
If you can't swim it's alright
The moon will pull you in, the waves will set you right, set you right.
And I can see that you're bent on destruction.
I can see it in your eyes, but I can feel it, oh, I can feel it in mine.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it. Prone to leave you, hell bent on destruction.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Grey skies
I try to find the beauty in falling raindrops down.
I try to spy the smoke I saw curling
swirling
twirling away.
You light me up inside.
You're like nothing I've known of;
not father, or mother, or lost love.
You're not leaving
bereaving
stealing away.
You light me up inside.
We paint masks
We play games
The image is not the aim
When you light me up
You can't hide the light
You can't fight the light inside your eyes
You can't hide the light behind your shine
You light me up inside.
I try to find the beauty in falling raindrops down.
I try to spy the smoke I saw curling
swirling
twirling away.
You light me up inside.
You're like nothing I've known of;
not father, or mother, or lost love.
You're not leaving
bereaving
stealing away.
You light me up inside.
We paint masks
We play games
The image is not the aim
When you light me up
You can't hide the light
You can't fight the light inside your eyes
You can't hide the light behind your shine
You light me up inside.
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