There is no way that I could sing
the song in my soul that moves me so,
and all that I know is these songs
they show these pictures of you that I can't deny
that I love.
Looking at you as the wind blows your hair,
though I want to feel you but I'm no where near.
Now there's something inside I cannot hide,
but I smile when I think of you right here
with me.

Darling please believe me when I say
there is no way for me to describe
the feelings I have had for you these days.
Thoughts of you and dreams of us two
going places so strange that we never knew
are the only thoughts that are in my mind these days.

If I could find a way to get to you
where we could be together and share a moment or two,
I'd walk all night and I'd walk all day
under moon, under stars, under sun so hot
because I love.
Sensations of touch stir in my soul
thoughts of lovely things I can't control
Rhythm will move me when thunder rolls
to see the world through our eyes when you're so close
to me.

Darling please believe me when I say
there is no way for me to describe
the feelings I have had for you these days.
Thoughts of you and dreams of us two
going places so strange that we never knew
are the only thoughts that are in my mind these days.

There is no way that I could sing
the song in my soul that moves me so
and all that I know is these songs
they show these pictures of you that I can't deny
that I love.

Dead grass moves in rhythm with the breeze,
dancing loftily, casting shadows that mock,
while wind whispers things to tempt wonder,
and ants crawl upon the rocks.
I look upon the sun and clouds,
feeling things inside me,
marching, coursing, thundering
pounding against my brain,
moving my body with the pace,
rocking left and right and sensing sensations,
a thought pierces my perception,
and I return home,
happiness? yes.
My toes curl in the dirt,
my mind cleared, alive.
Tasting life itself, moved beyond reality,
I stand tall.

shades of red and blue
streak across her face
a knowing eye of perceptive sight
and mouth of slightest taste

tell me what you think

now there's a thought thats in my mind
looping over and over through my eyes making me blind.
looking at the snakes moving in her hair
though i want to see her face but i'd never dare
for you see, the way things gotta be
for it seems that have got to leave behind this dream
for the things that we conceive the things that we perceive
there's nothing we can do or find to hold on to
besides, the celestial extra terrestrial
existential and past transcendental
things not conceivable within our mind,
more powerful than things that we can make or find.

tell me what you think

she comes to me from my dreams
and from my revelations
her lips will kiss and caress my face
and unveil my inspirations

tell me what you think

dreams are the means of visitation
for the goddess that appears in every situation
for she's beautiful and yet so very frightening
and the grass that she slithers on scarlet lightning.
when i see so many things i don't know what it brings
but with her beautiful stare i lose all sense of care.
the words she speaks are revelation
with her breath on my face, its intoxication.

tell me what you think

shake the ghosties out my head
and find some place thats warm
close the windows by my bed
and run from all the ants and worms

tell me what you think

feel the thoughts, and the sounds and the songs we sing
all the feelings in our bones that we know it brings
feel the rush of the wind with the feathery flight
that will lift and will free us in the dead of night.
let your breath escape, let your thoughts unfold
see the wisdom in the words that our fathers told
close your eyes, take a step, and i'll follow you there
to our roots, where we never see the hunters snare
touch the moss, feel the rain that will drown our pain
touch the moon, feel the warmth of the month of june
have a drink, quench your thirst to survive the worst
of the trials that will face, when we leave this place.
eat the fruit of the tree that glows so bright
see the gleam that it leaves when you see the sight.
with the warmth that it leaves within your soul
now you know that you need nothing more at all
its a dream but you know that it is quite real  
leaves a vision in your mind that you know and feel

Why are you so tired now?
Do the scary kids keep you up at night?
Do they slither back into your skull and whimper there sing-song soul slash sounds.
Why are you so frightened now?
When you know that those things at night are nothing close to real?
When you still can't see them but you know they are right there watching you,
and you want them to go away.

Those times at night when you **** awake.
You here the echos of sounds bouncing inside, outside and round your head.
Weeeeee…
They drive you mad, even when they are just one benign sound, scratching away inside your brain.
The rhythm by which they so carefully destroy your well being.
A four-four time scheme that will drive you insane.