There were markings that we saw at dawn,
Awoken, from dreams in distant places
different melodies to wail.
Our color is blue, always thriving on
the center of a green axis.
Turning and always changing;
a cycle which we create and
pass off as mundane.
I was running, running
and not thinking
of where I'd stop.
Find a place to hide
Find a place to hide
I was hiding, hiding,
trying to run away
but I found comfort
in the dark.
Find me there
(I hope you won't)
Find me there
He's a Liar & a Thief
Grin of an angel
He made a demon out of me
He's a sinner, but a lover
A saint to some others
No, they will never see
So find a place to hide
Find a place to hide
Find a place to hide
Find a place to hide
more of a song than a poem; lyrical