WINE AND GATES
Haven't, Waiting On A Dream To Remember?
Pining for salt
Tomorrow I love thee
For sense and numbers and fault
To but see the hill of passion you made, begin
Sweet, formidability
Shame in your hands were
The taste of song, the hastiness of timidity's
Come to the rational of other's, like children that are fair
Have you a hand to hold, yourself?
In a loving eye, is worthier might grand?
Can I but collect dew in your name, like wealth?
Does and portrayal sat for asking, is time loved for it's sand?
Callous was my voice
The tongue before teeth that saw spite in a cup
Ready to torment nothing, leaving but a choice
Am I ready for another, and another, even in love?
Prepared like stoic anger is
A welling more to seek a new place
For all, anything and aids of wise, this
Soul knows where to go for a happier sate...
Time has come
For me and myselve's other
Like the lord of history, honor and owe
You will be my guide, even in shadows and garish's of doting disputes, rapture
Tomorrow I love thee
For sense and numbers and fault
To but see the hill of passion you made, begin
Sweet, formidability
Shame in your hands were
The taste of song, the hastiness of timidity's
Come to the rational of other's, like children that are fair
Have you a hand to hold, yourself?
In a loving eye, is worthier might grand?
Can I but collect dew in your name, like wealth?
Does and portrayal sat for asking, is time loved for it's sand?
Callous was my voice
The tongue before teeth that saw spite in a cup
Ready to torment nothing, leaving but a choice
Am I ready for another, and another, even in love?
Prepared like stoic anger is
A welling more to seek a new place
For all, anything and aids of wise, this
Soul knows where to go for a happier sate...
Time has come
For me and myselve's other
Like the lord of history, honor and owe
You will be my guide, even in shadows and garish's of doting disputes, rapture
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Haven`t, Waiting On A Dream To Remember?
Haven`t, Waiting On A Dream To Remember?
