She was found beneath the gate, Forsaken at the gate. Who would have thought that so much love Could be so carelessly misplaced. Found. Beneath the gate
I want to walk away Like Judas from the table. Turn my back And walk away. I want to close my eyes Like that novice at the altar. Bow my head And close
Well I'm lyin' in my bed, a tangle of arms and legs, But the one that I'm with is not the one bouncing 'round my head. I could turn this into song or
growing larger as I fall into a spin. Someone give me a reason To take on those gray clouds again. Caught in this rip tide again. My mouth wide open,
Can't lose the taste of this river mud, Black water in my lungs. They say you can't step in the same river twice Well I've been stepping in this river
Michael Timmins Can't lose the taste of this river mud, black water in my lungs. They say you can't step in the same river twice well I've been stepping
(I did it all for you) She took his dentures from his mouth And placed them in her own. Took a shovel from the shed And then dragged him from their
Just outside there waiting. Just outside the circle. Waiting there is someone I don't know who. I'm so open, I'm so open. I don't sleep most nights,
I've been told that it's just the way life goes. Once the wildest river is now a trickle to the sea. The peak we risk our lives to scale becomes dirt
Here we all are at the end of "the century of beauty lost". We greedily ate what you gave us, the rest we tossed. We've trapped all your rivers, paved
(a curly blonde disaster Lying out there) He said, "you make me feel As desired as a crackling fire." She said, "I saw a man out walking Upon still
only paralyze him. Lay it down, lay it down. He sold most of what he cherished, the rest he let them steal. Shot his dog out in the open field, the
Margo and Michael Timmins There are witches in the hills calling my name saying come join us sister, come kiss the flame Come dance in the moonbeams
Michael Timmins One foot stands before the crib the other by the casket. A question formed upon stilled lips is passed on but never asked. I guess
Michael Timmins Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful as that of the rain-soaked purple of the white birch in spring? Have you ever felt more fresh
Michael Timmins The way you kissed me this morning it told me that you soon would be going You didn't even look in my eyes when you said good bye.
Michael Timmins Here we all are at the end of "the century of beauty lost". We greedily ate what you gave us, the rest we tossed. We've trapped all
Michael Timmins Well I'm lyin' in my bed, a tangle of arms and legs, but the one that I'm with is not the one bouncing 'round my head. I could turn
