?
I'm a false breed of something worth watching
Following me is a can of uncanny taken time a of waste in mounds of endless broken promises
My mind tells me everyday, don't take time to waste
Just prove to yourself and everyone else,
That you and your books of poetry are nothing but your hearts fake misery
So we know I don't want to finish anything
And I know I won't want to even if the world stopped spinning
The view I have just won't cut it anymore
We have to stop and think, just listen
Growing like garden weeds
Cold faces in the breeze
Celestial mystery
Today is the day I wake up my face
Start finishing the thoughts, the questions
Taking time to watch the ending of the passions
Killing the tick in my eye is the first thing
All it does is eat at my flesh and wait for that moment where I die and fall back into the sea
And waves start to crash and the salt burns my hands that are cut from some self afflicted wounds
Winds rage and songs sink into the current of selfless humbleness that doesn't help or find a home
Oh time and waste can find a time and place to change
Change and pace does make time for this to wave a hand
In my face for years I have sat and complained
Its all over
What can I do but stand on the highest height and sing into the empty night
Of sorrow and smiles, of bruises and children of light
Nothing can save me now but God and his healing hand of love
My sorry soul can't take that just because
I need a reason
Your my living and I'll live for you and tomorrow
And the day after
The weeks to come
When you finally take me to the end
To the moon.. and back?
Following me is a can of uncanny taken time a of waste in mounds of endless broken promises
My mind tells me everyday, don't take time to waste
Just prove to yourself and everyone else,
That you and your books of poetry are nothing but your hearts fake misery
So we know I don't want to finish anything
And I know I won't want to even if the world stopped spinning
The view I have just won't cut it anymore
We have to stop and think, just listen
Growing like garden weeds
Cold faces in the breeze
Celestial mystery
Today is the day I wake up my face
Start finishing the thoughts, the questions
Taking time to watch the ending of the passions
Killing the tick in my eye is the first thing
All it does is eat at my flesh and wait for that moment where I die and fall back into the sea
And waves start to crash and the salt burns my hands that are cut from some self afflicted wounds
Winds rage and songs sink into the current of selfless humbleness that doesn't help or find a home
Oh time and waste can find a time and place to change
Change and pace does make time for this to wave a hand
In my face for years I have sat and complained
Its all over
What can I do but stand on the highest height and sing into the empty night
Of sorrow and smiles, of bruises and children of light
Nothing can save me now but God and his healing hand of love
My sorry soul can't take that just because
I need a reason
Your my living and I'll live for you and tomorrow
And the day after
The weeks to come
When you finally take me to the end
To the moon.. and back?