WINE AND GATES
And The Saint's Came Meritting Only (Eaches)
Like you haven't
Psyche if the labor
Mighty in the savoir faire
Pining is our favor
Somewhere over the rainbow, no two but's about it...
Ask and decide, is a raging storm in our honor
Or are we all wet, the tiding's of yearning for whit's
Patience has been on our side, but dread has an estranged voice to linger...
Voices that bright minds would say, is a reaching forth, and beauty back
With an occult heed, comes the party of a lifetime...
Sweeter by the decency in a true touch, of glamor for the guile we lack
Is this song to remember the gift's we gave, in our hey day as an ego for trying...
Risk, risk, tomorrow and this
Till we seem a bit better over such a cold shoulder
Lank and fruiting, with prowess in bliss
Comes the plain, the true, the eaves of somehow bolder
Sound like a good stick of gum?
Or a fashion for verily the coin of the realm?
Or satisfaction so daring, that one knows the courage of a thumbing nose?
Or a pace of friends, some would say is a callous liberty in the mind, before the health?
Listen to a song so fearsome, so demanding of right and wrong...
That the tooth of committed kind's, are no longer the place of justice
But the misery of other's in deed and mention, to praise a she'll and her haunt
The notion of life to examine, the grace it took, to understand a formidable vice
Kept in the heart, only as the future
Weal and stirring feeling's, caring for the least, so grand design's can make limit's
Of worth in our deem, the likewise sense and agent of again, the ruse of curiosity...
Too warm for a sensitive dream to ask for the liberty in a real way?, it's the sky's to admit
Psyche if the labor
Mighty in the savoir faire
Pining is our favor
Somewhere over the rainbow, no two but's about it...
Ask and decide, is a raging storm in our honor
Or are we all wet, the tiding's of yearning for whit's
Patience has been on our side, but dread has an estranged voice to linger...
Voices that bright minds would say, is a reaching forth, and beauty back
With an occult heed, comes the party of a lifetime...
Sweeter by the decency in a true touch, of glamor for the guile we lack
Is this song to remember the gift's we gave, in our hey day as an ego for trying...
Risk, risk, tomorrow and this
Till we seem a bit better over such a cold shoulder
Lank and fruiting, with prowess in bliss
Comes the plain, the true, the eaves of somehow bolder
Sound like a good stick of gum?
Or a fashion for verily the coin of the realm?
Or satisfaction so daring, that one knows the courage of a thumbing nose?
Or a pace of friends, some would say is a callous liberty in the mind, before the health?
Listen to a song so fearsome, so demanding of right and wrong...
That the tooth of committed kind's, are no longer the place of justice
But the misery of other's in deed and mention, to praise a she'll and her haunt
The notion of life to examine, the grace it took, to understand a formidable vice
Kept in the heart, only as the future
Weal and stirring feeling's, caring for the least, so grand design's can make limit's
Of worth in our deem, the likewise sense and agent of again, the ruse of curiosity...
Too warm for a sensitive dream to ask for the liberty in a real way?, it's the sky's to admit
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And The Saint`s Came Meritting Only (Eaches)
And The Saint`s Came Meritting Only (Eaches)