Sometimes
You feel you are being buried
When you are simply being planted

At the stroke of midnight,
When sleep is at its height.

A ghoulish mist engulfs the town,
Bewitching even the Gothic Parish.
Marring its beauty with sinister a frown,
Ivied gates forbidding all that is nightmarish.

Its tall angels now grotesque gargoiles,
Tis when the witches own the sky.
Hidden by moonlight, for youth they toil,
Decades of immortality, watched with sharp an eye.

The towns square, a friendly place,
Now expressionless, a face.
Rings with its blurry past, haunting,
It's residents hiding, whence the hunting.

The witches doth confess,
The town's too quiet for us to obsess.

Begs the darkest one:
"Let us recess, to that dark cess,
Whence we came from.
Tis better to live a day hungry,
Than to be denied your place in history !!"

I like to stop
and think. And
jump and sing.
Also I like to breathe
and know
that I'm alive
with you

Daylily blooms, the sun has given
Life for today, tomorrow she will die
I looked around and saw such livin'
But I couldn't for the life of me figure out why

I sure do miss that open highway
And the feeling life was still about to begin
I pray that time sends you back my way
Roll the window down, feel the moonlight on my skin

Please
Come back with me
Oh please
Come back with me
To where
We used to be
Oh please
Come back with me

Went on my knees to find the answer
But found the question had escaped my mind
I never did have any chance sir
Things worth searching for are things we can't find

Shaking as I speak
Hoping it won't cast me out alone
Rosey in my cheek
Hoping it won't cast me out alone

It is raining in my sea tonight
All of the drops turning to foam
I smile at the distant light
For it's my love calling me back home

Daylily's gone
Daylily's gone
Daylily's gone
Daylily's gone