the specter of me reflected I want a monument of friendship That we never had, erected I want it to take up lots of room I want it to loom You always
O, our mother the earth O, our father the sky your children are we / And we bring you gifts you love Then leave us a garment of brightness May the warp
above the street And then I turn my head, for you're approachin' me. Moonlight on the water, fisherman's daughter, floatin' in to my room With a golden loom
the street And then I turn my head, for you're approachin' me. Moonlight on the water, fisherman's daughter, floatin' in to my room With a golden loom
It was the dirty end of winter Along the loom of the land When I walked with sweet Sally Hand upon hand And the wind it bit bitter For a boy of no means
There is a selling point for war and tragedy It keeps us always wanting more We live for promises of gold Tainted by the distress of being second best
we go on just the same. with or without the same name. with scattered brains and tattered souls. just wait, just wait. burn down this statue. we pay
How long will it take to finally cave in when we've fallen to the bottom? Consequence violently forced into our stomachs. We too are vulnerable, we
you act like the winter will never come, like you can survive but this is an empty canvas and we should call in sick for a day and pick up a paint brush
Headless and horseless, you?re lifeless Hold the hourglass with both fists to hide this This reminds you of living This reminds you of dying Just like
Divide all of the spoils, take more than we deserve Chasing flickering lights, almost there Reaching, stretching our limbs, circling, then closing in
Jump in, the water's fine. The dry land has lied. So afraid of never coming up, again. When the water chills, just keep swimming. The sun fails our skin
What we do in here we keep to ourselves We all hide our faces but not our hearts And this is what you came for You sacrificed your eyes to see Transmissions
We can name this silence anything we wish. Let it hide until it thrives. Until it feeds and builds. Until it feeds and builds. And who will be the victim
How can we define what we hold so dear, solely on a scale of monetary gain? So easy to place hands inside our pockets, put our worth in our pockets.
Its how you breathe when you're asleep Its fighting when its time to die Convoluted to the point of no escape Its how you breathe when you're asleep
it comes with reason and when we question, we question with sincerity run through webs of grass and trees only to wake, only to wake glued to the sun
