So a bird sings
and a rain drops
as the sun burns bright
and beautiful in the
ocean blue sky.
As a child plays
a mother laughs.
Pause as she runs up
close and hugs and
holds her tight.
Above them the dark clouds
are moving in and slowly
swallow the light
as the earth growls and the
sky cracks, day turns away
and falls to night.
All while a town runs, a town screams
of those unearthly horrors and
so many shattered dreams.
Behind their locked and bolted doors,
they hide down in basements as
shadows prowl the streets.
And in a dark house
with in a dimly-lit room
on a sun-drenched street
in a way I'm sleeping,
but I have no bed.
Giving the candles fire
as years pass by as hours
I write nostalgia in crows blood
of doves never really gone
I always leave for dead.
All while a town runs, a town screams
of those unearthly horrors and
so many shattered dreams.
Behind their locked and bolted doors,
they hide down in basements as
shadows prowl the streets.
And out there, she's still in the rain
she laughing and crying,
she's calling my name.
In my frontroom, my shades drawn,
my ear's to my door, I'm so
damned cold, so afraid.
So afraid.
So afraid.
I hear the heart beat for me
through the old and wooden floor
as she still screams my name
through the clap of the downpour.
Maybe its just thunder rumbling
through the old and wooden floor
as she still screams my name:
perhaps wind outside the door.
I lock up alone, but can't sleep tight
the darkness around is the bed I made.
Writing of doves, bad dream tonight
of life outside screaming to the insane.
So afraid.
So afraid.
So the wind sings
and some blood drops
a flicker in the candle light
sometimes I wish that
I could just die.
The door breaks down
there stands a familiar figure
pause as she runs up
close and hugs and
holds me so tight
And it's really useless
for I know that I need this
head on my shoulder,
her hands digging
in the knife.
And through the doorway
blows the rain and wind, passed
the simply beautiful fate I made.
And through the doorway
blowing the rain and wind through
the ripe red ocean, I saturate.
and a rain drops
as the sun burns bright
and beautiful in the
ocean blue sky.
As a child plays
a mother laughs.
Pause as she runs up
close and hugs and
holds her tight.
Above them the dark clouds
are moving in and slowly
swallow the light
as the earth growls and the
sky cracks, day turns away
and falls to night.
All while a town runs, a town screams
of those unearthly horrors and
so many shattered dreams.
Behind their locked and bolted doors,
they hide down in basements as
shadows prowl the streets.
And in a dark house
with in a dimly-lit room
on a sun-drenched street
in a way I'm sleeping,
but I have no bed.
Giving the candles fire
as years pass by as hours
I write nostalgia in crows blood
of doves never really gone
I always leave for dead.
All while a town runs, a town screams
of those unearthly horrors and
so many shattered dreams.
Behind their locked and bolted doors,
they hide down in basements as
shadows prowl the streets.
And out there, she's still in the rain
she laughing and crying,
she's calling my name.
In my frontroom, my shades drawn,
my ear's to my door, I'm so
damned cold, so afraid.
So afraid.
So afraid.
I hear the heart beat for me
through the old and wooden floor
as she still screams my name
through the clap of the downpour.
Maybe its just thunder rumbling
through the old and wooden floor
as she still screams my name:
perhaps wind outside the door.
I lock up alone, but can't sleep tight
the darkness around is the bed I made.
Writing of doves, bad dream tonight
of life outside screaming to the insane.
So afraid.
So afraid.
So the wind sings
and some blood drops
a flicker in the candle light
sometimes I wish that
I could just die.
The door breaks down
there stands a familiar figure
pause as she runs up
close and hugs and
holds me so tight
And it's really useless
for I know that I need this
head on my shoulder,
her hands digging
in the knife.
And through the doorway
blows the rain and wind, passed
the simply beautiful fate I made.
And through the doorway
blowing the rain and wind through
the ripe red ocean, I saturate.
