|
Always I
wanted to pin things down
but not fake it
rather not hear what i
plan to say
i've got to say
it's not easy to keep up the invention
don't wanna hide what i have to feel
i've got to feel
i, my i, always i
wanted to see this through
can i face it?
now i'm too tired to hide
it's easy to give up the attentions
of lucid time though i'd
learn to see
it had to be
i, my i, always i |
Angel (will you be my)
i'm teaching myself
not to need
have you
tried not to
not to need?
can i see you
or will i
still grapple at the same
sky?
can i touch you,
will you sing?
will you be my angel (with strings)?
|
Fine Friend
i'm tired of too much of this
and this is wearing me thin
there are too many hours
and too many ways to fill them in
fine friend you're a fine friend
when will i see
fine friend you're a fine friend
you've been an anchor for me?
i'm tired of holding my breath
there's too much that's been left to say
but i know tomorrow the smile on your face
will smooth these thoughts away
fine friend you're a fine friend
when will i see
fine friend you're a fine friend
you've been an anchor for me?
i'll never walk into your arms |
|
Gesture Of A Fear
it might have been so
hard
but then again it's only
a gesture of a fear
it's only
a gesture of a fear
it's only
this night has seen no
stars
i'm left with your old words
a gesture of a fear
it's only
a gesture of a fear
it's only |
Henry
this is much too nice
pressing now inside
this is much too light
??? puts fear to bed
the seeds left in her head
don't let me forget ???
this is much too nice
pressing now inside
this is much too light
??? puts fear to bed
the seeds left in her head
don't let me forget??? |
One Blue Hill
time to swim and
time to see
minds (mimes mines) the yellow ring
upon the sea
find me some more time and i'll
sing for my tea
do you still know him?
do you still know?
time's a whim and
time is free
find a yellow ring
upon a sea
mindful of this time it's
just a breeze
do you still know him?
do you still know? |
|
Song Of Solomon
my name is dead
my thoughts are dead
my name is dead
my thoughts are dead
i tried to find
a goldmine (doorway?) but
it was hidden in the song (sand?)
of solomon
i was buried in the earth
i was rooted in the ground
buried in the song of solomon |
Suggestion
my strength is sapped
and i'm closing my eyes
nothing to wrestle with
but my old times
i'm closing my eyes
it's my place and
think i can make it on my own
nothing to wrestle with
but my old times
think i can make it on my own
it's too pained (plain?)
it's too strained (?)
it won't be dressed up
held me for being this way when i've given up
you could comfort and frustrate me
the holes were already there
always to wrestle with in my old mind
i wanted to close my mind
it's too pained (late?)
it's too strained (straight?)
it won't be dressed up
held me for being this way when i've given up |
Under Your Nose
paint dries and feelings die
what you wanted was always
under your nose
your face lies and
changes your size (sighs)
i wanted the whole picture
but you never wished to
what you wanted was always
under your nose
what you wanted...
what you wanted...
erected my own fences
but you never sensed this
what you wanted was always
under your nose |