(Tony Levin, Bill Bruford) (Instrumental)
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All of you Shaped me into what I am Carried out the bitter man Do you have a master plan? Oh no Somewhere I've Let all my defenses down Never thought
Tengo un Dios admirado en los cielos y el amor de su Espíritu Santo por su gracia yo soy hombre nuevo y de gozo se llena mi canto De su imagen
Hoping and smoking That's what I keep hoping That broken and smoking That's what I keep coping Gotta wake up and notice Wasp in the Lotus Sweet talk
The intro to this song has a seperate title, it's called Wasp Precious cups within the flower deadly petals with strange power faces shine a deadly smile
The day is over and still so heavy on the mind In flew glowing, smiling mother, butterfly in yellow To join the frowning cactus crowd Finding flowers
on leashes behind fences barking Pretty little pillows on floral couches Until our faces all resemble dying roses Stop trying to fix it Patriarch on a Vespa
He hands me curious , small, transparent glints which tip-toe carefully up and down my spine. Movements within me , saying. "Come to me , come, come."
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Lost Madonna of the Wasps, I wonder where we crossed I wonder why she lost me- Lost Madonna of the Wasps, she's lying in the frost I wonder what she cost
Forever, let the nights burn long for our loss As all words shall die in good time Fleeting shades of pain catch my eye And the mist of days long gone
leashes behind fences barking Pretty little pillows on floral couches Until our faces all resemble dying roses Stop trying to fix it Patriarch on a Vespa
- I - Tengo un Dios admirable en los cielos y el amor de su Espiritu Santo por su gracia yo soy hombre nuevo y de gozo se llena mi canto - II -
What makes me think That every day I need a drink Another drop goes down I get that feeling i'm gonna drown Taking off like a plane Heading down the
I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat Comes out of the Virginia swamps Cool and slow with plenty of precision With a back beat narrow and
Father, how long since you have gone Father, this house is not our home anymore It?s in the hands of a bunch of sick dogs The walls infested with flies