For love to be so beautiful that it gives meaning to this very existence
And when its gone, it leaves little purpose with it
Not even dust
Not even whispers

Yet you persist that I venture with you
To go find this evil thing and let it rest in my depths
The one that can steal my world
Even my thoughts
Even my breath

How can you offer me such a poison? You silly little person
With the bright eyes that beg me to join your your naive excursion
Where no one will be able to save you
Not even a priest
Not even a surgeon

For love is so beautiful that it gives meaning to everything that is, why would you tempt such a frightening being?
And dance on an edge this steep?
When it could slither off with your whole life,
In the midst of you dancing
In the midst of your sleep

Spent a night in the puddles the rain made on the roads
The roads that leads anywhere but today I'm too cold
There are holes in the blankets so heap mine into folds
and try my hardest to blend in with the mold
Not that they'll see me if I stood on the roads
Or under the bridge with the spiders and trolls
but on the M5 there's a lot to behold
Maybe faces and smiles with riches manifold
But there's a whole day ahead before the end of my rope
There'll still be breath in my neck then I hope
There'll still a beat in my chest then I hope
So I can crawl into my folds with the others who know
That there is an art to being cold...

The ideas turned to war because war gave them life
The war was a war because both sides were right
They fought for their honor and argued for pride
But pride turned to molehills because both sides had died

I prayed to God
With my hand to my heart
To give me the heavens
And the moon and the stars

But all he gave
Despite the words I prayed
Was a hand full of friends
And a rooftop for shade

Disappointed at at first
But soon came to learn
That the little he gave
Was more than deserved

So I took my friends
The few I was lent
And thanked my stars
For this life well spent...

The years are running cold
Like sand through your finger holes
Like cents in your old jacket getting lost in the pocket folds
Stilling hemmed to the edge of a jaded crown
To get praise from a faded crowd
Trading being right for the right to be loud
Tell me where are all your glories now
Just a clown with an open mouth
In a house where the lights are out

She had a crowded face with sterling grace to it
The clouds in the sky couldn't match its coldness
But she drew me in with a loveless flick of a shoulder
And I was a rabbit in a hole
A panting deer to the slaughter
She had me with the hooks attached to her sides
And like a jockie on a stallion
I attempted to ride
But I was swallowed by the current brought in with the tide
Folded in between waves that would never subside
Yet she was my guide
And pulled me out and care for me until I dried
Turning rich and golden but the bay side

The emptiness in my heart fills up my head
Silent motion in the dark that crowds up my bed
And I feel so light
I'm barely making a dent in my mattress
Now I fear the doubt is starting to compliment my sadness
I'm an open book
But all you'll read is dampness
If you like scribbles maybe you can untangle this madness
Cause Lord knows I've tried but I end up on a blank page
And I'll spend my weekends filling it up for days
I'm fond of the clouds
But I adore the sun rays
I hope can still hear the laughter
Everytime a child plays
Locked in my room where the covers they smother my mood
Until all this gloom somehow becomes understood