The faucet leaked and
The pipes creaked
And there was nothing
In the drawers
To eat

We had our money
If only a little bit
But we both knew
There was something else needed
Like the preacher's prayer's
Or the cow in the field feeding

A horizon where the world seemed saved
A life without misery or humans crazed
Horns playing with midnight stars twinkling
The hands of time shivering in sudden epiphany

Each promise They told us would come true
Fell on a way side hollower than the deepest tide
I struggle to see as she holds her breath and says
"My heart it beats red, but my soul stands aside"

Solstice fortune dressed in golden angel's dust
A prayer for the father as the forgotten other
Lays wrapped in his thin white blanket knowing
That all he hath searched for has already been sought

Can peace be brought to this place?
Or have we plagued these lands with false
Heroes and entered a paradise lost?
Foreseeing destruction the roads bend to a cross

Imprisoned by our own doing
I seek the key that my hand has hid
I scream as it catches a jagged edge
Life sometimes is not so easy to forgive

I ask no more what I can do with this time
There is only the choice of action in dear finale'
Come with me or I must leave you behind
Stay where your heart tells you, my sister divine

Crossroads ahead of us
The past no longer in plain-view
Where the rhythm rings
Is where I'll be able to live with you

To hold you close my dear
Far after the fog lifts
The heart never aiming to drift
And the raw sunlight falling near
To a home we know not yet
A hope and a fear we both keep
From one another in utter secret

Sometimes these emotions are too much to handle
A sweet ocean's breeze can take out the most secure candle
But that still does not mean that you shouldn't trust me
Or that you shouldn't push yourself or let me breathe
We are one, but we are not, do not let yourself be forgot

So let's throw this wheel from the back
Of the semi-truck, escaping the polices
The rules & regulations of fixed lifestyles
I have made my way to the border lands
Each answer a piece of sun-burnt sand

To be sad in times of picturesque joy
Is merely a sign of the times
Melancholia rests underneath the pillow,
Between the sheets, with every hand I shake to meet
A naked truth flashes itself as I avert my eyes
Embarrassed to address my own body tantalized

So many tricks
Numbers of ways
A flick of the wrist
A glance of the eye
Each nod a whisper
In blue declared disguise

These people
Were all children once
Captured and ensnared
In the unforgiving
Nine to five
Where every hand raised
Is a life threatened
If they so choose to rise

And so the tide crashes as the God's of dog's
Barks into the cast iron white moon of myth
Death's scythe snickering as lover's quarrel
In vicious bickering, condemning one another
Of what the other can and cannot give

Both to stubborn to present the gift
They one day would wish to live