go burying him or drawing the shades Surrender your doubt By reaching out To a person who's living with AIDS Living with love, not living in fear Healing with hope and drawing
to my feelings, inimicial to my pulse, like disease Sand in my eyes, I am hiding from pleasure, yearning for breeze Draw my bare tears from this melody
I am bleeding through Writing songs for you If I could say what I felt Then I would draw for you I'm just a boy letting go of his heart Because the
. Behold the sign in the sun. Chaos upon us spawn! The arrows of time points us all. Oh, well, the maddening laughter growing louder with the memories
the boy he said, ooh, oh The party people he said, ooh, oh Uhh, uh, uh, uhh, yo, yo, yo Check it, check it Driftin' on a memory, brought forth From a
the boy he said OOH OH The party people he said OOH OH Uhh uh uh uhh yo yo yo Check it, check it Driftin on a memory, brought forth from a fifth of
there or light to see Gives us hope of what might be Faith gathered from "once was" Hope gathered from "once was" Peace gathered from "once was" Love gathered from
i still dream of running away so where do we begin and what else can we say? when the lines are all drawn what should we do today? [Part VII] stare from
find Finally find My love, I'll still be getting over you So this is the kind of love Like a touch from a black silk glove And the hand keeps drawing
Come and take The pleasures of the harbor And the ship sets the sail They've lived the tale To carry from the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from
When the night falls after another day of sorrow do darkness draw itself deeply in to my soul and sin From depths of my inner darkness is the unholy strength
peals of psycopathic laughter echo in my ears. Startled I waken from my death-like sleep, though fearful and shaken I crawl to my feet. Still my memories
mild, a relic from the faerie-tales my mother told me as a child. Why do you carry your God like a weapon - a dagger drawn ready to strike at the heart
That day, my heart collapsed without making a sound. Even if I scream as I break, these unerasable memories And this darkness will flow into my eyes.
the most enchanting gift you have? You said to me when I was crying And I felt your embrace Hearing your sweet voice And soon my tears were dried out from
message, though leeched, is unbled, as secret as marble - as young, as old, as living, as dead. And always that laugh that comes as though it's from pain