WINE AND GATES
A Walk In The Prouds, Wool's Reflection...
saving the claw
of a mind, that sits in the truth
of an opening in the clouds
the wish of rights and the saw, we teeth the youth
merit the candid craft of dreams
we woke, the silly bird in the window
this is ours, we thing, the touch of women
the plane is ours for a belly's shadow
foam's of the sea
in mind for a marriage, two
the here and the know, we flee
from the coming tyred, like a sandy who
is your future the comment of simplicity?
was the days fruit, the now in the corner of a babe?
will suggestion have the grave for liberty?
as the reach of the sun indicates, are we to blame?
a heathen for a foot...?
of a sincere life, is the wash of candor to give the parable of hell
the levity of consumption, of a nefarious family of sigh's and truth
is this a question of heaven, or is that simply the request of a bell...
the times are a changing chance for the honor of survival
surreal was your inheritance, the can't of sometimes the left, but always the right...
in the powers of causes we made to require the knock of similarity to a callous war
this is the sound of commitment to a new sunlight...
where is joy, in the shadows of a monument to condition
where is sorts, in the stay of vexation we all know, for a moment to live on
where is passion, in the pasts worth, to deliver a patience of intuition
where is confusion, in the devil's eye, who is the craving of seclusion all along
of a mind, that sits in the truth
of an opening in the clouds
the wish of rights and the saw, we teeth the youth
merit the candid craft of dreams
we woke, the silly bird in the window
this is ours, we thing, the touch of women
the plane is ours for a belly's shadow
foam's of the sea
in mind for a marriage, two
the here and the know, we flee
from the coming tyred, like a sandy who
is your future the comment of simplicity?
was the days fruit, the now in the corner of a babe?
will suggestion have the grave for liberty?
as the reach of the sun indicates, are we to blame?
a heathen for a foot...?
of a sincere life, is the wash of candor to give the parable of hell
the levity of consumption, of a nefarious family of sigh's and truth
is this a question of heaven, or is that simply the request of a bell...
the times are a changing chance for the honor of survival
surreal was your inheritance, the can't of sometimes the left, but always the right...
in the powers of causes we made to require the knock of similarity to a callous war
this is the sound of commitment to a new sunlight...
where is joy, in the shadows of a monument to condition
where is sorts, in the stay of vexation we all know, for a moment to live on
where is passion, in the pasts worth, to deliver a patience of intuition
where is confusion, in the devil's eye, who is the craving of seclusion all along
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A Walk In The Prouds, Wool`s Reflection...
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