WINE AND GATES
Pendleton St. Orchestra And The Misses, You
Sitting with a dream?
Stirring my coffee, the touch of cream
History forms a freer since, the quiet seem
To come for us all, the first of many, whim's...
Happy notion, to deserve the isolation of vice
To serve the common poise, of decision's in the mete
Of a new smile, taken to metal for a lip of sense, where asking tries
The portion of destiny, in the stead of solace, to query a face in heathen...
Hardy example, the voice of need, to select its freedom from a silvery sky
The tale of unified question's and the martyrdom of season near heir's sources
To remember the shine of distant marvel's, a happiness in tow, to ne'er lie
Brazen rhapsody, souls of jaundiced kisses, found in the hands of another, worsens
Penny and playing the fool, so to arduous windows and habits in gray hat's, more
The silence we make for a new dream, is a heady kind, the talk of many to see
The bitterness of consumption and the elegance it takes, to know a truer war...
In the hands of here and now, the hatred of silence, to same the prosaic anarchy
She and he, the tell tale order of dread...
Found in the march of time, to understand the callous way we arrange a stare
To know a friend in the eave's, still the truth in motion, to serve a tear up, to regret
In the miles to uncertainty was a host, to commit to the white eye's of uniqueness of savior's
Hair and tomorrow's life, in a raging hour, to see the excuse of simplicity
In the myriad salt's of myth and mystery, we save your youth, to courage a rose...
Of humanity in owed eye's, the tale of conscience to seem, one more peace
But a row of chairs for the dinge of alien liberty's is no place for a peek at those
Pride and hours until a house is built, for the new boy in town, tongues of virtue
Still the sort's of demand, and the drive of legend we know it can be, for a fool
With no place to wear the truth, but in the mind of another, where can is a vision rued
By the being brow, of sincerity with no passion for else, but the wake of your, school...
Stirring my coffee, the touch of cream
History forms a freer since, the quiet seem
To come for us all, the first of many, whim's...
Happy notion, to deserve the isolation of vice
To serve the common poise, of decision's in the mete
Of a new smile, taken to metal for a lip of sense, where asking tries
The portion of destiny, in the stead of solace, to query a face in heathen...
Hardy example, the voice of need, to select its freedom from a silvery sky
The tale of unified question's and the martyrdom of season near heir's sources
To remember the shine of distant marvel's, a happiness in tow, to ne'er lie
Brazen rhapsody, souls of jaundiced kisses, found in the hands of another, worsens
Penny and playing the fool, so to arduous windows and habits in gray hat's, more
The silence we make for a new dream, is a heady kind, the talk of many to see
The bitterness of consumption and the elegance it takes, to know a truer war...
In the hands of here and now, the hatred of silence, to same the prosaic anarchy
She and he, the tell tale order of dread...
Found in the march of time, to understand the callous way we arrange a stare
To know a friend in the eave's, still the truth in motion, to serve a tear up, to regret
In the miles to uncertainty was a host, to commit to the white eye's of uniqueness of savior's
Hair and tomorrow's life, in a raging hour, to see the excuse of simplicity
In the myriad salt's of myth and mystery, we save your youth, to courage a rose...
Of humanity in owed eye's, the tale of conscience to seem, one more peace
But a row of chairs for the dinge of alien liberty's is no place for a peek at those
Pride and hours until a house is built, for the new boy in town, tongues of virtue
Still the sort's of demand, and the drive of legend we know it can be, for a fool
With no place to wear the truth, but in the mind of another, where can is a vision rued
By the being brow, of sincerity with no passion for else, but the wake of your, school...
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Pendleton St. Orchestra And The Misses, You
Pendleton St. Orchestra And The Misses, You
