You are my anchor My beacon of light The ocean that sparkles My moon in the night You are the sails that lead me to shore My want and desire That I just can’t ignore You are my craving My can’t do without You are my certain My without a doubt And all that I hope for And all that I need Is a gentle reminder Of the impending stampede
There's not a breath of wind this morning Apart from the occasional breath of wind In my ***** potential children spawning Will later be cast into sin The breeze it grows and circles the Earth Next generation dies in a **** Left feeling somewhat the burk In the occasional breath of wind.
How many times Have you looked at a digital clock Seen 9-11 And thought what are the odds? On any given day it's 1440 to 1 If you calculate that way Like Del Amitri said Five oh five Is not SOS That's initially How we got into this mess So roll over avoid the distress Of your screaming time piece.
In me is what created me. Look around and recognize. Movements of trees. Beating heart breathing. Mountains high, crumbling. We’re getting there. Waterfalls rough and calm. Feelings falling. I am you.