, Afraid for my cross, getting dump for the day and I'm getting weak, Cause I'm new, I'm that boy that starts it. They chase dreams together like a slumber
flames When silver stars are high and still Deep in the velvet of the sky The crystal time, the silence times I'll learn to love their quietness While
The emptiness approaches winding down the path knows the direction it has been here before I can feel it lay down to slumber This time it will stay a
crackling flames When silver stars are high and still Deep in the velvet of the sky The crystal times, the silence times I'll learn to love their quiet
of harebells listened the soft wind breathing though the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in the quiet
of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And, softly dripping, drop by drop, Upon the quiet
the sky, it stretches deep. Will we rest our heads to slumber beneath the vines of California wine? Beneath the sun of California One. Annabelle lies, sleeps with quiet
above all this falderal On a bed made of chaparral She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow And the babe, all in slumber dreams Of a place filled with quiet
a martyr Conspiracy led you to slaughter I tried to control it but as soon as I showed it I was shot down again Once again outnumbered Appreciation slumbered
you a martyr Conspiracy led you to slaughter I tried to control it But as soon as I showed it I was shot down again Once again outnumbered Appreciation slumbered
to Turning The Gun On Myself : The morning is bright As ?Rapper?s Delight? Floats up to my room From the street And who would disturb A slumbering world
sings I?m gonna force the Serengeti To disappear into my eyes Then when I hear your voices callin? I?m gonna turn just inside out Well if I ever get to slumber
love. English translation It's that familiar tale you've heard of the shepherd... That penniless young man, attempting to retell it, Fell sound asleep. in such slumber
have ourselves a pre-school army. walt disney is pushing social and sexual hierarchy, my bed-time stories like a gmtv gomulka. slumbering in my jimmy
owls are hooting, and the silent leaves are still in the shadow of the hill, shall my soul be upon thine, with a power and with a sign. though thy slumber
half past eleven On long summer nights As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg And the voices whispered across Beechie River In the quietness as we sank into restful slumber
The morning is bright As ?Rapper?s Delight? Floats up to my room From the street And who would disturb A slumbering world With this late seventies beat