there are words which are spoken
and yet much is said when quiet
if all the thoughts were conquered
we would know who we are
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
waiting for her
she comes she goes
like the breeze of a spring
but when will she knock by my door
and bring the blossoming bloom in
like the breeze of a spring
but when will she knock by my door
and bring the blossoming bloom in
the burning world
who said the world hath no fire...
i stood by yesterday as it burnt down in flames
some from my heart, some from yours
some from the people who couldnt care less
and we screamed and they screamed
but nobody went to get water
or did we already know it was too late
or did we already know it was too late
too late, too late, too late to save anybody from the pyre
i stood by yesterday as it burnt down in flames
some from my heart, some from yours
some from the people who couldnt care less
and we screamed and they screamed
but nobody went to get water
or did we already know it was too late
or did we already know it was too late
too late, too late, too late to save anybody from the pyre
look out
what are we all looking for
a fun time on a place so bore
when things move beyond reality
we change reality and make things
in all we are magicians the world hasn't seen
in all we are fools believing in our own fallacies
a fun time on a place so bore
when things move beyond reality
we change reality and make things
in all we are magicians the world hasn't seen
in all we are fools believing in our own fallacies
beating hearts different stories
lips to lips, kiss to kiss
each one is a different flavour
each one a different story
underneath each shell though
we all have a heart which beats loudly
each one is a different flavour
each one a different story
underneath each shell though
we all have a heart which beats loudly
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