(no subject)
in the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal
full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see
when there was no ear to hear, you sang to me.
i have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung
bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see
when there was no strings to play, you played to me.
in the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood
where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old
when i had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me.
in the secret space of dreams, where i dreaming lay amazed
when the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold
when there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.
every1 should love the grateful dead. this is attics of my life... where my excellent name comes from.
loooove to you all cuz today was a good day.
comments?
full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see
when there was no ear to hear, you sang to me.
i have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung
bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see
when there was no strings to play, you played to me.
in the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood
where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old
when i had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me.
in the secret space of dreams, where i dreaming lay amazed
when the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold
when there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.
every1 should love the grateful dead. this is attics of my life... where my excellent name comes from.
loooove to you all cuz today was a good day.
comments?