In between Wools and weaves Knots and ties Unhinged eyes Constantly Panicky He's hunting me Fa, la, la, la Quite quieter than spiders Either one None
Perpetually paralyzed Kept within unkept frames of mind Ignorant or technically blind? I have to make you realize I have to make you realize Trickery
and now the days must fly away and leave us with our own indifference with thoughts of fear, we hold on dear to that which cannot keep us safely the
On white reeds blessed wheat arrives Horns of oil for swiss born brides Hear the shepherds of the northern pasture sing Hear the shepherds of the northern
reeling indefinitely with our woes. weakened by thoughts of youth, where time goes. i wane through wilted plains, i just don't know. sing once for me
Often how I keep wondering In these minutes of a time and season On from busy hours To remember life, as a time when no one rested Hurried, incomplete
I know you, do you know me? forget all of our laughlessness between us both I'm scared to see our hearts with only emptiness I want to love, to cherish
To what effect Do you think? Better to check Than to shrink Too late to try You'd rather deny Time to behead Your professor, he's better off dead Octave
Journey in a wagon, Journey on a railroad over green country Have to brave the elements Bound for gold and silver Don't forget us Telegram Please write
time takes me further down here a well. old springs turn bitter where dear ones fell. a written page reads, "we have lost". come back, the boy who never
come to me you willing ones. blind and sick on rotten meal. one by one like fatting cows. snap you jump and blink, you yield. the good will not be cloned
greet me ice queen in spite of favors once sung by ravers reared on newsboys learned in hungarian by greek historians hearing is an art for the lyric
Hear what is played, what is sung In the sight of the orphans Near to the night, so to hide every deviant notion You try to leave, but become as one
hear them well, these farmhouse fables and read them well, these farmhouse fables and hear them well, these farmhouse fables and read them well, these
can you not read music, plain greek alphabet? tables and times hurt my sense of calculus. could it be true all these moose have buried you? underneath
All of my lost inventions Somehow I'm feeling much older What fate is in store, to be forgotten? Will there be a history written, or not? All the world
Lean on your sufficience String up your pittance Massacre your valuables Choke the remaining beasts You've gained the will To gather all the vigilant
Have to read patiently Books from past centuries Books of those rarely seen Hidden for ages Painted walls, protraits drawn of great empires and royal