River of Time
When I ask the midnight sky, will the angels give a glance. The winds of coming winter will call me to a midnight sky. So we all die. A pungent stench washes away through the river of time, to rise again like the fresh breath of a new day. Hope is what I need, I need and hope for more. But when I ask the midnight sky, she won't open up the door. A pungent stench washes away through the river of time, to rise again like the fresh breath of a new day.
Shooting Star
A Shooting star a, spider's web, the break of day, the ocean spray. All the things that get me through are miniscule and magic too, a beam of light, a starlit night, a bird in flight, a warm summer night. All the things that get me through, they're soon to end. You know it's true. I'll sail away, oh some day. Majestic trees with golden leaves swaying to a midday breeze. All the things that get me through, are soon to end for me and you . Clouds adrift, the singing birds, the many sounds of Mother Earth. All the things that get me through, are soon to end soon to end, you know it's true.
F it ( I Don't Answer The Phone )
I don't answer my phone. I don't go to the door, I don't walk down the streets, I don't see why anymore. I keep asking why, I can not comprehend. I'm praying everyday. So they say. I'm dreaming everynight, I'm saying it just can't be, and I'm screamin from the top of my lungs. I keep asking why, I can not comprehend. I look to the Sky, my long lost friend. It's over and over and over again, to the other side. Until then.