The last night i spent with you I think we stood in the shower for over an hour. Now that you're gone I stand in the shower and try to trace your fingertips on my skin for hours. And my chest feels like it's going to cave in when I think about how I don't know what length your hair is anymore. I start to wonder if i will ever forget your birthday just like I'm slowly forgetting the color of your eyes and the sound of your voice.
Oh please help to get me. Hey whipper-snapper be my vestige again. Those trees are obscure, be my mirage again. Far-flung from my kernel ,be my chain again. Oh please help to get me, Be mine and my again.
Of dreams the summers birth It's sunshine hazes Its nature is a dream within a dream Love smiles in her warmth Kisses are like raindrops on broken earth As working hands never heal Summer is the smile on the face of our crippled being
Amongst the sand dunes we play Daylight seems endless Now the pleasure is in the hands of the dreamer Hell is heaven is hell Lazy but never lifeless just beating There but offer to end There is no longer a need to hide from the showers
As if the full blooms await their passing Knowingly raised to the cloudless sun Often the distractions have a meaning To hold the secret that only uncovers This music in made for our hidden sexuality Where the congregation of angels stand A celebration of the rolling waves of time
Mother nature As she will put all the broken pieces in a life back together A hidden smile behind disparity The future is an endless cycle of death and rebirth You have to build the wall to see the light when cracks appear