WINE AND GATES
Year Of The Dragon, And Dew Tell...
List to tell...
Find me when the stares have it to prove
Seasons I have listened; a water, a privilege, well...
Cold shoulder's with a silence's hate, when I love love...
Falls to pieces
And makes me a charisma to host, a song
Rued to a fault, and meant to share, a salty old wisdom
Where have we seen the mother of invention now, if I come along?
Love with a realm to its touch
And go, of an ordinary hand
Made from the baring of ye, airing the tell tale such
And more, the truth in a language we recognize, is a man...
Hours and heed, the call of a world, to the still
Rational remnant and reason, we confirm is a home
That decided to collect a harmony with compromises from avidity's hill
Seeing the distance and steadfast assurance, of a courage under our thumb
Here is the stare we consider wise...
Never in love, with anything but you, is charity to devise
The tale of order and serenity in suppose, we are a claim in heed, never despised...
Look once more at the chastity before you, and see our love, admire it for silence
Are we?
The tone of voice to compose the erotic or the arrogance of a mutual life
To well at the touch of commitment to reality and its many
Left to our own devices, is a reach for something better than sense for a universes strife?
Find me when the stares have it to prove
Seasons I have listened; a water, a privilege, well...
Cold shoulder's with a silence's hate, when I love love...
Falls to pieces
And makes me a charisma to host, a song
Rued to a fault, and meant to share, a salty old wisdom
Where have we seen the mother of invention now, if I come along?
Love with a realm to its touch
And go, of an ordinary hand
Made from the baring of ye, airing the tell tale such
And more, the truth in a language we recognize, is a man...
Hours and heed, the call of a world, to the still
Rational remnant and reason, we confirm is a home
That decided to collect a harmony with compromises from avidity's hill
Seeing the distance and steadfast assurance, of a courage under our thumb
Here is the stare we consider wise...
Never in love, with anything but you, is charity to devise
The tale of order and serenity in suppose, we are a claim in heed, never despised...
Look once more at the chastity before you, and see our love, admire it for silence
Are we?
The tone of voice to compose the erotic or the arrogance of a mutual life
To well at the touch of commitment to reality and its many
Left to our own devices, is a reach for something better than sense for a universes strife?
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Year Of The Dragon, And Dew Tell...
Year Of The Dragon, And Dew Tell...
