The circus is the place for me with bears and clowns and noise I love the shiny music that descends from overhead Gordan knew the moment when the stars
The terrible thing about hell Is that when you're there you can't even tell As you move through this life you love so You could be there and not even
I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the I've been wading in the I've been wading in the velvet
Listen as she speaks to you Hear the voices flutter through The barriers arranged by you Close the shudders, draw the shades Filter out the everglades
It's easy sometimes when you just coast along But like it or not something always seems to go wrong Sometimes people build you up just so they can knock
(A silent bird) A raging tide, a mountain side Open door looming from the surf (A whispered word) A steady wind as we began To close in on the earth
Guyute was the ugly pig Who walked on me and danced a jig That he had learned when he was six Then stopped and did some other tricks Like pulling weapons
a ghost but I cannot fly I'm stuck here as the years slide by I need a resting place 'cause i Already felt my body die If I had a host of ghosts Living
Fikus dreamed a dream for me It cost me nothing it was free He dreamed of walking in the sand Of blossoms forming in his hand Of kitchen cake and cedar
The story of the ghost I feel I never told you The story of the ghost I feel I never told you The story of the ghost I feel I never told you The story
If you're just staring at your walls Observing echoing footfalls From tenants wandering distant halls Then this one is for you If children playing all
A silent bird / a raging tide a mountainside An open door / looming from the surf A whispered word / a steady wind as we began And then no more / to
Time is me and I should know I knew this several months ago I knew more than I do now For I've been turned around somehow Relax the world will spin
I feel I never told you The story of the ghost That I once knew and talked to Of whom I'd never boast For this was my big secret How I'd get ahead And
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The shoulder that I leaned on was carved out of stone But when I'm done freezing I want to be alone Never want my hand cut off Never want a hacking
