WINE AND GATES
Sheep on the ceiling, Say "Bethlehem"
money, and the lurking of dread
we see you tomorrow
the bit of spice that makes us a head
will you keep our promise for a light to borrow?
in our beds at night
the toe of history in our minds
the clues of earn and the price of might
show us a dream of numerous kinds
shoes floating about the world
sincerity of could in our heed, the try of water
has searched for us, like a face early
to the chastity of a memories ought and where
awaking with the sun
we turn a smile into a nurtured day
come the hell of heathen, or the heaven of some
the walking safety of now, to collect the instinct way
and in the distance we see you
the dependancy of good versus bad
is honor your liberty, as would would do
or is suggestion one to had
travelling there
we have the moments for subtlety and the rule of allow
alert to neither, them, mercy of care
has shown us a time that does how
certain to ask again, the tooth of priveledge
is as bold as the times will adore
the caress of fruition and the frugal wage
of simplicity to give as an or
then and there the day has come
ready to continue as night to being
and asleep once more, the rigors of love
are the source of all we are keeping
we see you tomorrow
the bit of spice that makes us a head
will you keep our promise for a light to borrow?
in our beds at night
the toe of history in our minds
the clues of earn and the price of might
show us a dream of numerous kinds
shoes floating about the world
sincerity of could in our heed, the try of water
has searched for us, like a face early
to the chastity of a memories ought and where
awaking with the sun
we turn a smile into a nurtured day
come the hell of heathen, or the heaven of some
the walking safety of now, to collect the instinct way
and in the distance we see you
the dependancy of good versus bad
is honor your liberty, as would would do
or is suggestion one to had
travelling there
we have the moments for subtlety and the rule of allow
alert to neither, them, mercy of care
has shown us a time that does how
certain to ask again, the tooth of priveledge
is as bold as the times will adore
the caress of fruition and the frugal wage
of simplicity to give as an or
then and there the day has come
ready to continue as night to being
and asleep once more, the rigors of love
are the source of all we are keeping
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Sheep on the ceiling, Say `Bethlehem`
Sheep on the ceiling, Say `Bethlehem`