I trade my soul for your story
Broken colors strung together
Once for love and then for glory
A chorus made of unmade letters
Written from love's lasting shadow
Against our will our hearts are stolen
Swept away by fated arrows
In photographs we still remember
Which we recite in lonely whispers
Reminding us untouched sinners
A second glance when we miss her

The weekend is nearly here                                                             ­               My friends are finished playing
So they catch me on their way
To the bar that’s not a bar.

The waitresses can always tell
When brothers look the same
She gives us quite the laugh
In the bar that’s not a bar.

Others came, but a little late
Two tables is all it takes
Until they need to leave again
From the bar that’s not a bar.

Among the guys she’s alone,
Or were there three, who can see
It’s just another conspiracy
At the bar that’s not a bar.

All the teacher run away
With the fighting players,
And the servers drinking
Inside the bar that’s not a bar.

Flash of light and its around
A girl’s fame shared by all
He’s fine but she is shamed
Far from the bar that’s not a bar.

He’s looking straight ahead,
The mirror staring back at him
Love is working mysteriously
For the bar that’s not a bar.

It’s getting late almost two
Talking as they fall asleep
They see each other differently
Back at the bar that’s not a bar.

When we leave they say to stay
Need to check your identity
Guess they forgot all about me
Leaving the bar that’s not a bar.

Sitting down I finish writing
That I think I see the silver lining
Of having friends who see each other
At the bar that’s not the bar.

I’m an old man dancing in the lake

with flowers dying before they bloom

better to break them than to lose them,

cause madness always seems friendly,

until you see what’s inside me.

The moment’s gone before you look

seeing nothing, but a need to grow,

but lovers always start in the soul.

Long ago I related to my elders,

the older I get the more I’m a child,

Puck can’t come  play in the winter.

I’m not black, white, good or evil,

cause every demon was once an angel.

You try too live so that you can love,

I’m going to love so that I can live.

When the sun is made of kryptonite,

a heart that sings strums its scars,

like a child witness their first dawn,

I’m no longer drowning in the lake.

I'm feeling oh so lonely

and just need to be alone.

Got a drive to conquer,

but I'll sleep instead.

I'm too afraid to dance

when I just need to move.

Don't ask me to speak,

cause I have too much to say.

I'll wear a frozen mask

right beside my heart of fire.

Yeah, it keeps me warm,

and it burns me alive.

I'll joke with hard logic,

I just don't follow its rules.

I'm always dreaming,

even when I can't fall asleep.

No reason to leave,

but I don't have the itch to stay.

Always hard to just say no

unless you're someone I know.

I see that sometimes I'm wrong,

and sometimes it's not worth being right.

I'm a second-rate romantic

believing in a first-rate love.

I'm quiet and shy

going crazy inside.

Please don't look at me,

but I need you to see me.

Can't say I understand

the paradox inside me.

I heard my mother yesterday
like an echo with something to say
with a heart patched up with love,
and trials for all she hasn’t lost.

I fall apart with my friend
like a rock carried by the wind
with the gifts she always gives,
and the lies she takes away.

I say goodbye to my lover
like the whisper of a broken heart
with every scar she delivered,
and her heartfelt silence.

I forget myself with my sisters
like a secret in a song unsung
with a faith of perfect vision,
and all they share with their brothers.

I hold the hand of my bride
like a dollar you’re afraid to be apart from
with every trap that’s before us,
and the time we lose track of.

I look into my daughter’s eyes
like the eye in the hurricane
with her mother lying right beside me,
and my girl hears an echo in the wind.

I’m told that Eve's the cause of every sin
like one tree unjustly burned among the others
without the chance given to the man,
and were it true, Eve would be worth it.

I swim through the roses
Blooming among the dying
Leaving the stars behind me
Taking a harsher path.

Life is nothing but a lover
Doesn’t last after all
The only love that matters
Is the one we leave behind.

Suppose for just one second
Or perhaps a minute more will do
That hope is only beauty
When it burns a mark in you.

Time to continue on
For another night  
But how do flowers grow
In the winter’s shadows?