I’m lost in your eyes Like a ship lost at sea Your lips must be a compass Because they’re guiding me
To the treasure Better than gold I wonder how this will unfold I wonder how you will unfold
To the pleasures in disguise That bell ringing ` I’ve won my prize
When it’s taken I’m mistaken You’ve awaken I’m not your bride
How you love to change the story How you love to change the game And it’s me who has to say sorry And it’s me who takes the shame,and the blame And has to reclaim what I still have left As it’s burned, and taken away The worse ones always pretend to be the prey
skipped rocks through a stream today the opening of a brand new day its frame is in minor decay the bleached wood massed in bone piles, we pulled it from dark beach and built fire in a fenced clearing the
Away from the crowd She whispered her tale. To the cresting waves, To the frothy foam, To the flying seagulls, They knew her soul. They were waiting for her To wash her heart. She left the remains, She was carrying
Everything we know, or think we know, comes from an infinitesimal speck of time and space. “Important” people, just random specks of insignificance. Nothing more than Sea Monkeys, fluttering around Sea Monkey world. Everything spoken as truth only reinforces ignorance.