I long for you As a flower for the morning dew I long for you As a hind longs for the running streams Frown on me no more And let me smile again Before
I seek your coast Your horizon... Whispering fingertips On dripping skin... Feeble questions Sounds from my throat
to stop your anguish if i could soothe you and keep you warm i guess nothing could do us harm if i created a more humble nature breaking the stream
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[Daniels, Bagchus / Daniels, Bagchus] Streams of ancient life flowing down below visions of the past enter your mind the past goes by as you sleep at
Stranded on the side On the side of a stream Where the lilies float Where the water's deep Where I must cross To get to you Don't give up I'm almost
It requires a dedication All this love we feel Needs no conversation We can ride it together, ah-ha Making love with each other, ah-ha Islands in the stream
is blind. It requires a dedication. All this love we live needs no conversation. We can ride it together, ah ha. Making love with each other, ah ha. Islands in the stream
When you drove your car into the stream That was weird you seemed so phased by it In a moment your life turns Like a carousel inside When you found
I'm watching your grudging look With a dead pan expression on my face And inside Im laughing With the voice of the Devil You're just another hypocrite
queen Mistress of the night Sun's bloody slayer His one true fright Above the howling stars Above the fiery Hell You reign most supreme With yours, the crystal stream
these walls the writing still shines through in the stream of commerce we're afloat a thousand washed-up rockers trash the banks. oh no. in the stream
Take me to the other side beyond this world I know thru madness eternal falls my sanity will flow Here I will be where the rivers of madness stream
blood shall stream from deep wounds monuments shall be demolished brick by brick weak won't survive new order weak won't survive our order
Where the stars sleep in the calm black stream, Like some great lily, pale Ophelia floats, Slowly floats, wound in her veils like a dream. Half heard
Agonized terrified horrified Emotions brutalized Crucified nailed to the cross With spikes through my hands I shall die upon this cross All by myself