Upon the fringes,
all that hinges.
On the love, and on the hate.
The daily toll,
the time we own,
the time we spend, inside our heads.
Every notion,
herbs and potions.
Things that help us, through the day.
Time and moments,
try to own them.
Learn to live, without the pain.

Two desperate souls,
upon the ledge.
She was from a coastal town.
He was from a different place,
she was from a different time.
The waves that crash beneath them,
200 feet...,
the rocks below
Their thoughts, could tip them over,
without the grip the other holds.
They're staring at the ocean.
Sometimes, there's no need for words.
They're staring at each other,
saved by all the dreams they own.

He said -
"What I've seen,
and where I've been,
against my own sweet will".
The eyes that looked into his soul
the ones he had to ****.
On a lonely battlefield,
so far away from home.
I Watch him drift away again.
Back to those war zones.

The Queen of hope,
the knotted rope.
That brought her to the grave.

The hangman's smile,
a thousand miles.
Since he was a slave.

The King of doom,
a lonely room.
Once the winning knave.

The way the shore,
will look for more.
Kidnapping the waves.

The journey,
starting,
with your eyes.
That's  where I swim through.
Through your heart,
and through your mind.
That's where I find you.
Deep within those caverns,
that's where our true beauty lies.
Deep within the bond we have,
It's written in your hazel eyes.
And as we rest together.
Two souls,
underneath the stars.
I thank the Angels on our backs.
Thank the Lord we've got this far.
Here in synchronicity,
two souls, underneath the sky.
I thank the Devil on our back,
the one that made us wonder why.

Water down the liquor,
the troops are on the road.
Full of expectations,
they think they're going home.

Water down the chatter,
the words that leave the tongue.
Remember, every war that's been,
has sacrificed the young.

Watered down emotions,
as we try to sink or swim.
It's funny how the same old tribes,
prosper, with the same old sins.

Let's water down the slaughter.
The need, the greed, the want of more.
Teach our sons and daughters,
war will always, lead to war.

Water down the liquor,
the troops are on the road.
They're full of expectations,
they think they're going home.

We fell over each other,
a thousand stars fell from the sky.
On the road
to God knows,
we stumbled down the mountain side.

Although the glass was empty,
the bottle, it was always full.
We fought and danced with gypsies.
Sang songs with the Raging Bull.

Then we reached the shoreline.
Fires burning on the sand.
Mingled with the people,
took the air down by the strand.

The Fair, it starts tomorrow,
I wonder will she reappear.
She left the last time, with the morn,
hard to think it's been a year.