WINE AND GATES
Catcher On The Rye, Revisited...
Love at your table
Sincerity for a dreaming hope, the tale of unity
Where so few, is a relationship at the still
Taken for a promise of severance to wait, for curiosity...
Watches left behind...
Moment's until we say, "I Love You"
Realizing the obvious hate for fly's sublime
Soup with a moment to do the back flip, for you and a seemly clue
Prayer is a savage if met in the dark
Little futures and the soft orchestration of need, to do the work
Of a thousand men, in a single living time, hark
Upon a charity in devotion, we see is a redress of what is, ourselves in rational certainty...
Chance meeting with an incoming tide, in certain hour's we remember
Terror for a might, oil in the secret we detest, is a craving help...?
To reach the furthest sore, is a language the host of yearning, for deed's and honor's?
Mention but the song I have heard for a lore, and I will show the health...
Of a mentioning family without
The tendered eye of dismal futures to sing, once more
For a fruition in the earth, to swallow up the continued pout...
Of simple fear in the portion of the heaven's, we save the wishes even for...
Simple enough...
The truth in braced for waves and saying good and biding times
The redress of unity to wear the pant's in the anniversary we are staring at, is only love...?
The way to dress the world, when patiences would come, for a tear as if it's crimes?
Zion enough...
Told to witness the coming and going, decision is the burden of comment's
Taken for life's embarrassment, like the dearness of cope and couth, could is a cough
That knows the difference between, cold soldiering and the soul of sin's?
Sincerity for a dreaming hope, the tale of unity
Where so few, is a relationship at the still
Taken for a promise of severance to wait, for curiosity...
Watches left behind...
Moment's until we say, "I Love You"
Realizing the obvious hate for fly's sublime
Soup with a moment to do the back flip, for you and a seemly clue
Prayer is a savage if met in the dark
Little futures and the soft orchestration of need, to do the work
Of a thousand men, in a single living time, hark
Upon a charity in devotion, we see is a redress of what is, ourselves in rational certainty...
Chance meeting with an incoming tide, in certain hour's we remember
Terror for a might, oil in the secret we detest, is a craving help...?
To reach the furthest sore, is a language the host of yearning, for deed's and honor's?
Mention but the song I have heard for a lore, and I will show the health...
Of a mentioning family without
The tendered eye of dismal futures to sing, once more
For a fruition in the earth, to swallow up the continued pout...
Of simple fear in the portion of the heaven's, we save the wishes even for...
Simple enough...
The truth in braced for waves and saying good and biding times
The redress of unity to wear the pant's in the anniversary we are staring at, is only love...?
The way to dress the world, when patiences would come, for a tear as if it's crimes?
Zion enough...
Told to witness the coming and going, decision is the burden of comment's
Taken for life's embarrassment, like the dearness of cope and couth, could is a cough
That knows the difference between, cold soldiering and the soul of sin's?
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Catcher On The Rye, Revisited...
Catcher On The Rye, Revisited...
