WINE AND GATES
Living In Past's Given To Future Heart's, Right Now
Somewhere my love
Set in a tree, worth kind and measure
Saves the light of the sun for me, the guidance of us
To a well spring of sources and forces that came, to justice by purity
Faces that staid the night
Removing their coat and hat, ready to seek a bed
So solemn a chaste, the toe and irony of an eye
To look upon the nature of sour fear, than the life ahead
Worth every last kiss, the tree knows almost us by name
The tooth of omnipresence is never our dismay, candor in the heat
To seek a new biding and shyness for all and any, who would give us fame
The truth in a dormant seem, the specialness of a world to meet
Bed is like an aroma of fruit, when courage's intertwine and say the least
Save your best, for hence and its victim's, the tout of something greater
By the noise in allumni we make, to seek a little bit more, of fancy and handsome, in cease
We are the purpose of life before god, the inclusion of a waiting hour there
Tree's imagaine such wonderful thing's, when someone talks about them
Patience and solitude for joy, the common root of sincerity for each their wondering
Taken for a still hill or its various leaning with flowers and more of its kind, a whim
Is a rosey complexion for the nearer eye of thee, a soul with mission in life to never haunt
Sense in a care found lagging and with weary eye's
The lord of truer days has come and gone to ply, the searching and furthering house of seed
We are to be the idea of histroy betrothed, like flower's only interested in due's spice
Care for a steadfast heart? if not the sleep of conscience's to question the power's that heed?
Leaving the tree to attend to it's smile, the nature of cope comes into view
Are we still the rational of simplicity to find, the cold tears of distance to jealousy?
Was this city of pride, or in the annul of judgment we entail, can we come for any and who?
When the fruit of harmony were a free gift, to still the mind for am and the salt of anarchy?
Confusion sleeps like a psychosis if arreared to share uncertainty, the tale of similarity
To a where and fairing how, the taste of our moments and the seek of inalienable rise
To the certain cause of dole's favored for haste, hath and history
With but a needy kiss, and the fury of the neighbor's in check, only a fool can despise
Stepping into home, and knowing the past for a climate and curiosity of vision to intone
The world is a belet lover with the sordid in hand to keep a fate of another complete
Truth be told, and a face of omnipotency in spirits grasp, we have the vice of home
Well under wraps, for all but the service to death, which of course no one would will for each
Set in a tree, worth kind and measure
Saves the light of the sun for me, the guidance of us
To a well spring of sources and forces that came, to justice by purity
Faces that staid the night
Removing their coat and hat, ready to seek a bed
So solemn a chaste, the toe and irony of an eye
To look upon the nature of sour fear, than the life ahead
Worth every last kiss, the tree knows almost us by name
The tooth of omnipresence is never our dismay, candor in the heat
To seek a new biding and shyness for all and any, who would give us fame
The truth in a dormant seem, the specialness of a world to meet
Bed is like an aroma of fruit, when courage's intertwine and say the least
Save your best, for hence and its victim's, the tout of something greater
By the noise in allumni we make, to seek a little bit more, of fancy and handsome, in cease
We are the purpose of life before god, the inclusion of a waiting hour there
Tree's imagaine such wonderful thing's, when someone talks about them
Patience and solitude for joy, the common root of sincerity for each their wondering
Taken for a still hill or its various leaning with flowers and more of its kind, a whim
Is a rosey complexion for the nearer eye of thee, a soul with mission in life to never haunt
Sense in a care found lagging and with weary eye's
The lord of truer days has come and gone to ply, the searching and furthering house of seed
We are to be the idea of histroy betrothed, like flower's only interested in due's spice
Care for a steadfast heart? if not the sleep of conscience's to question the power's that heed?
Leaving the tree to attend to it's smile, the nature of cope comes into view
Are we still the rational of simplicity to find, the cold tears of distance to jealousy?
Was this city of pride, or in the annul of judgment we entail, can we come for any and who?
When the fruit of harmony were a free gift, to still the mind for am and the salt of anarchy?
Confusion sleeps like a psychosis if arreared to share uncertainty, the tale of similarity
To a where and fairing how, the taste of our moments and the seek of inalienable rise
To the certain cause of dole's favored for haste, hath and history
With but a needy kiss, and the fury of the neighbor's in check, only a fool can despise
Stepping into home, and knowing the past for a climate and curiosity of vision to intone
The world is a belet lover with the sordid in hand to keep a fate of another complete
Truth be told, and a face of omnipotency in spirits grasp, we have the vice of home
Well under wraps, for all but the service to death, which of course no one would will for each
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Living In Past`s Given To Future Heart`s, Right Now
Living In Past`s Given To Future Heart`s, Right Now
