Our house in our castle On the hills the horees glow Nights in white elephant porcelain glory days Take them slow Despite all logic black magic
Voices from the well Sing the latest news. The river lost the race, Steps were rolling down the stairway. The ancient man above just Can?t make up his
The beautiful Elisabeth, Dachs by her feet and spirits rising high. A falcon and the whitest dove, With St. Martin?s luck And a taste for courtly love
A red line drawn upon the scene Indifference echoing through the screen Blinded by profanity it's a sin A gun shot is heard but no-one sees Using
A little creature Tea spoon-tall But a good heart and that's a start Strolling around the park you don't care People can do What ever they like
May Day is rioting in the streets. The corner shop is closed; The pier had been torched. The act of creation changes skin, It should be time to buckle
I woke up at dawn, Not even the tide was up. Getting ready to run, But the last tune was fighting back. I opened my eyes, eventually, Not quite sure
Sleepwalkers standing On marshy ground; They won?t fall if you don?t wake them up. The icicles on the old jugde?s beard, Won?t tell him what he?s guilty
A lucky charm made of wind is all I have; A jungle juice to shake my blood Is what I need I cried for the wolf that fed Remus and Romulus, 4/9 476 ?
I dropped a few shells on my way Far is the dune of the ruby sand, Where I would sit And watch the time stopping by. I crossed a village made of ice,
By the time he left the city, Through restless streets Already led astray, A promise faded north-side of the bridge; All these forgotten figures Carried
The blue hour whispers What we won?t say. Our steps won?t get lost In the city. We hid among the raindrops, Both thinking a bit too loud Of the Outland
You give, you get. Sometimes forget. A lot of things, no second strings. It's just that everything bends, it just depends on weight. You give, you
Tactful and discreet The bell tolls five Still raining outside The bell tolls five Still hard to confine The bell tolls five How much have we
Whatever happened to the great escape The finest enemy. Crafted with pride by monsters on the train. The world is great to suckers We have the story
Morning by night increase enlarge failure frightfully extends the heart The void and the matter engine one to hold and to scatter our vessel is throwing
If you won the lottery What would you expect What if you had all you ever wanted?
Virgin mountains when l look around l hear them calling out for more I'm so excited to be here where the dots are in control Escalating, they fit in
