From the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep, I think the thoughts I cannot keep, forgetting importance and building my truth and hoping tomorrow will not come too soon.
A breath, a smile could take a while from a love that is lost in an innocent child, complete in my ways and awake for days, I tremble as I then proceed into my cave.
Awake I feel tired as I should have done then, but my bones can go on to the last dying day, as I speak thorough my words my memory erased the pictures, in my mind, still I find, a colour blue.
As she sat in the hallway I could see she wasn't feeling, we were dreaming, slowly leaving, living CALIFORNIA DREAMING, then a voice spoke, I could see smoke, there were colours all around me, I was high, I wish I'd died and you had too.
But now were older, winters colder and we struggle just too keep warm, we were special, sentimental values linger, the ring on your finger keeps you sane, but the truth rips at your brain, that the band upon your hand is in vain.
Something tells me that I'm slowly fading out of your reach, as we lie asleep on the sand.
Life's a beach.
When I wake up I hope it's thrust upon my conscience that your too good to be true, but still I find.....
A colour blue.
You always told the truth when you were as high as me, but now you prefer to maintain your personal security, and when I try to break it down, all you can do is frown at me and pretend that we were never so complete.
In the end you are my friend and I love you for a reason. I can be me and you won't think any less of ME. And in the sun we sit and won....der why the lessons we are taught are not given to us from birth. So while we sit and wait, and contemplate, our fate between our fingers, strangers come and friends they go, but memories, they linger... like a voice in a cave, save the last breath of your whisper...
Just to say.
Another day.
We will be one.
A breath, a smile could take a while from a love that is lost in an innocent child, complete in my ways and awake for days, I tremble as I then proceed into my cave.
Awake I feel tired as I should have done then, but my bones can go on to the last dying day, as I speak thorough my words my memory erased the pictures, in my mind, still I find, a colour blue.
As she sat in the hallway I could see she wasn't feeling, we were dreaming, slowly leaving, living CALIFORNIA DREAMING, then a voice spoke, I could see smoke, there were colours all around me, I was high, I wish I'd died and you had too.
But now were older, winters colder and we struggle just too keep warm, we were special, sentimental values linger, the ring on your finger keeps you sane, but the truth rips at your brain, that the band upon your hand is in vain.
Something tells me that I'm slowly fading out of your reach, as we lie asleep on the sand.
Life's a beach.
When I wake up I hope it's thrust upon my conscience that your too good to be true, but still I find.....
A colour blue.
You always told the truth when you were as high as me, but now you prefer to maintain your personal security, and when I try to break it down, all you can do is frown at me and pretend that we were never so complete.
In the end you are my friend and I love you for a reason. I can be me and you won't think any less of ME. And in the sun we sit and won....der why the lessons we are taught are not given to us from birth. So while we sit and wait, and contemplate, our fate between our fingers, strangers come and friends they go, but memories, they linger... like a voice in a cave, save the last breath of your whisper...
Just to say.
Another day.
We will be one.
