

Beautiful EyesWhen you stare me downBeautiful Eyes
I feel like I can't hardly breathe
The breath also departs
When your eyes deign to leave
I guess you leave me breathless
No matter what. I get this
And you leave me restless
Every time we touch
(Which ain't often, folks)
Beautiful Eyes
Eyelash disguise
Take the plunge
Into your soul
The pot of gold
At the end of an iris rainbow
Let me taste the rainbow
(Hey, that's not a skittle joke! -- or maybe it is)
But nevertheless I wanna
I wanna
I wanna I wanna I wanna
I wanna
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SidewalksSidewalksSidewalks
Grey Grey Grey pavement Grey clouds Grey raindrops Grey skies Grey sidewalks I traverse in my spare time
Cold pinpricks That waken me from the haze Created by grey skies and cloudy days Scenery lost as I wonder alone Along the pathways I call a home To my wandering mind, so prone to roam
'Cause in my world there's naught but Sidewalks and raindrops Sidewalks and sunshine Sidewalks and sky rain, rain will go away If you happen to drop in one day
Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow &nbs


DreamingI can't remember dreams while I'm dreaming It all floods back when I'm half-awake Recedes once I am fully conscious Resurfaces all throughout the day Vignettes of subtle fantasies Hidden in my mind Meshed together in senseless jumbles Silent as a circus mimeDreaming
As I took the wrong turn down the highway the road turned to a slide we all jumped off into the pool under a rainfall of soggy notebooks The alligator snapped it's jaws at my head Until I told it to shut up It walloed away into the fog
As I sank my teeth into the cheese You touched my s


Autumns GoneI saw your face for the first time in a long timeAutumns Gone
in a grainy picture you took of your beard
You looked great, like you've been dong just fine
Your face was relatively unchanged by the years
Your photographed eyes connected with mine
Slight sadness stared up at me
I wondered what was happening in your mind
If it was nothing or if it was disguised grief
Where has all the time flown to?
Swimming holes seem like jut yesterday
Tents at night as owls coo
Psychic killers and bathroom graves
I knew you, you knew me
Once a year as far back as I knew &nbs
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The real trouble with reality is that theres no background music...
Well since we're all on the express flight to Hell, I'm claiming a window seat.
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