WINE AND GATES
Looking The Day In The First Place...
Continued in a smile...
We fate, we attuned
To a lively hour, the role we made, for you all the while
Can a world about the silence of more, have you for adding reason's?
Song's we adored, but hid in plain sight...?
Method in a background voice, to rekindle a sharing
Austere and have, a welcome day's given you the right?
Of a vice and the patience it echoes, we see your youth caring...
Look, look
Says a child with no one's temper in mind
Real enough for another, since we can, and took
A realm of accept, to a careful land, with admittance and trying
Tenacity in love with you...
Sincere as a shy eye can be, the tarry we whom
Has a decency in mind, for a sigh and it's clue
Waiting on ourselves and imagining, a liberty to loom...
Simple odyssey's and the common bother...
If an angels grasp, to take the time in a letting presence
We intone, is a passion to tell, the story of a lover
And the might in encouraged hands, the chance of again...
Remembering a friend comes is many causes...
True to livid creation, curious to self
And the enigma of contrary heed, will we succeed at what history lauds?
Or will we see the day become our patience known, like air's of our own, welfare?
We fate, we attuned
To a lively hour, the role we made, for you all the while
Can a world about the silence of more, have you for adding reason's?
Song's we adored, but hid in plain sight...?
Method in a background voice, to rekindle a sharing
Austere and have, a welcome day's given you the right?
Of a vice and the patience it echoes, we see your youth caring...
Look, look
Says a child with no one's temper in mind
Real enough for another, since we can, and took
A realm of accept, to a careful land, with admittance and trying
Tenacity in love with you...
Sincere as a shy eye can be, the tarry we whom
Has a decency in mind, for a sigh and it's clue
Waiting on ourselves and imagining, a liberty to loom...
Simple odyssey's and the common bother...
If an angels grasp, to take the time in a letting presence
We intone, is a passion to tell, the story of a lover
And the might in encouraged hands, the chance of again...
Remembering a friend comes is many causes...
True to livid creation, curious to self
And the enigma of contrary heed, will we succeed at what history lauds?
Or will we see the day become our patience known, like air's of our own, welfare?
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Looking The Day In The First Place...
Looking The Day In The First Place...
