In the desert by myself i can find the goodness in you again, when the wind conducts an orchestra, creosote, sand and juniper, while Mrs. jones worries
You're a ghost in the snow now And the light in my red mood You flow across me in waves of I hope to see you soon Your anchor drags behind me I feel
Don't die on the vine, baby Though the weather here is fine, maybe There's a storm rolling over those hills Don't let it soak you, don't let it choke
I just made my daydream come true, when i sequestered you, and only the fishermen knew where we would be. oh come, and lay by this fire where it?s
We talked about loss and the patterns of past And the pieces of ourselves, we'd killed over time We thought then of love and surrendered our eyes And
you by the ocean, me in echo park whole city between us writhing in the dark, i have comfort for you over here I have comfort for you. you are a
It's so calm, I am suspicious without a storm Here on my farm, it is harvest and the sun is warm And I yearn for upheaval, oscillation of the depths The
Hannah's friends were watching When she met him at the end of the bar Hannah's friends were thinking That he wouldn't even make it that far "This is
Baby, I must leave you soon It's all I know how to protect myself You say you want to know I reveal and then I Show, oh, I'm the fool 'Cos I can't find
lay low, lay low. keep your head above the water, like the turtle taught you sing high, sing high way above the dogma, that's where they haven?t gotcha
I bought six sunflowers at Sundays farmers market The one near Selma and Vine I took them all home put them into a big green vase And they were pretty
midnight air tumbles ocean thro my window and from my bed im searching the stars, quite aware through my stare I asked you in though under sheets, slide
Something rolling underneath my skin I could not define it or invite it in though To let it in would be to liberate To keep it in darkness is to propagate
Medusa woke up one day and shaved her head Well, maybe now you'll let me a little closer she said But she just sacrificed her identity instead Be careful
...if we were splinters of god it would be natural, then, for the mind to explore and grow like bronchioles, it could also be said that if you listen
natural law, is stronger than anything we could devise factual no more can?t cover up cannot disguise, authenticity, shallow surface package sold right
There's a nature we innately understand that we rarely listen to How strong am I, I know the legacies I live within How strong am I, to use what I've
Patience a silent virtue I don't want to hurt you Reflex to old imprinting Your eyes are squinting And it seems I'm not what you wanted me to be Now
