.gonna be something.

Saturday, December 11, 2004

The Night

11 o'clock and all is crying
Another lonely night for the dreamers
It's been so long since ive seen him
Here i am, collecting dust
Behind this tapestry of life
Hiding from this cruel society
Hoping they'll soon forget about ol' me

Romeo's arrive for their blind Juliets
But my love has yet to come for me
Here he comes with my heart in a velvet box
Here to fill me eyes with dreams
"Talk to me, talk to me, let me know your thoughts
All eyes towards the sky"
Witnessing strange occurences in my eyes
under the telescope, let me hide
Behind the tapestry
Make them go away
Leave me alone in the stardust
Leave me alone in the afterglow
Leave me alone in the mysticism.

Midnight and all is quiet
It's when I roam with the midnight king
Tonight I shall be with my love
with a heart as pure as snow
Will you take me to the places that you go?
"Grab my hand and come with me
Come out from behind the tapestry
Hold on and never let go
For I shall take you home"

Midnight and all is quiet
Not a single soul stirring
Except for his and mine
Love,
I see the universe in your eyes
Reminding me of a lost, forgotton time
We set our course and go-
to our brand new home.

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Euphoria

I have built a life trying to coax rock from water
15 years to make ice from fire
More than half is only sentimental drivel
fragile scarabwings under glass
Well thats what you get for Euphoria
that's what you get for crawling on the ground
that's what you get for peering through flowers to stare right into the sun
does anyone know what it means to be tired anymore?
I wake up exhausted
and sleep walk back to bed
Suddenly pain is the only way to tell
that your still living-
well thats what you get for Euphoria
thats what you get for crawling on the ground
thats what you get for jumping ship and
drinking till you drown.
I was afraid of my coersions
I was afraid of life's seductions
I was afraid to breathe too hard
I was afraid to die.
Well no more, no more-no afraid to breathe, no more.
I've only ever been good at 2 things-
telling the truth and lying.
Someday I'll grow wings-sentimental drivel all
Someday I'll fly away
stagger through the sky- and wait for the ground to fall.