sun is shining, I can only imagine clouds in the sky and the beams cry loud in my eyes and I'm fried as I lay me down I am beamed rain left a caustic
The big brown bear, Was found this morning, In his lair, With a hole in his fur, Where life oozed away from, Now the village is secure, The kids are
the moon was hanging cool and full above the waving swimming pool as we were feeding mouths with heat and drool ''cause we were having christmas feast
walking bones choose your own direction go have fun some place else bring your soul and your Beach Boys records I can't stand to have you here so worn
new year's eve fine dark suits paper hats les grands salutes your tear stained speech and your wounded eyes your frail attempts to be remembered - takes
now I feel it again it's the old silent friend having a feast in my lungs every now every then there's a tickle within and it scares me to death you
I could sink to the bottom of you with a stone on a chain without breathing in I could tell you and tell you again that there is only one though many
I wish I knew where This devious road ends Dog fights in the street lights or indifference? Death hangs patiently under the mirrorball And no one seems
yes the black magic worked and it might be well deserved with a pin through my third eye but the long frozen stare shooting holes in stagnant air sends
there's a shark deep down under I try to call her name but the dark waters between us makes me call in vain surfing on the surface with my fingers in
I am sleeping in the park I'm thirsty like a low tide shark the only time I get to see my wife is by her new man in the MALL... wait a minute... think
like this summer unsettled and surprisingly grey I'm supposed to be warm but I'm tricked by a cold betrayal knowing that your cold war isn't over at
I miss you so much boy will we be comeing on again don't ever loose your ropes this man is hanging by the ends I owe you so much time yes you might say
Rose, don't pull your needles out of me close your yellow leaves around me don't drink all the water from the ground I've got inside my wicked soul don
Something tells me that I'm left without a chance in my suspicious attempts to get her close enough to close my lips around her smile now I can't close
a butterfly is in your hair reminding us it is that time of year a cool shade and a spot in the sun a cold struggle but the tiresome brawl is won how
3am and 7 blocks away we can see him sigh and feel im sway speaking out his frozen sympathy penning down a sense he doesn't feel stroke his cheek the
what a wonder it is to see you what a wonder it is to feel you I found your hideout in the rubble where you can cry out when you're in trouble now I