Underneath the rainbow of time,
I will find my passion on the wind,
Through the window,
I see your face in the mist, on the glass,
As i reach to touch you,
You've moved on,
You've gone.

She was the chick with the ****,
The landlady of The Star,
She told me i was special,
That i might travel far,
She didn't know that guy was after me,
The blonde with the smile,
The stud behind the bar.

He took me upstairs,
He kissed me slow,
We made out,
And then i had to go,
He followed me home,
We played until the morn,
I couldn't help giving in,
To the pleasure of his form.

Only a raindrop falling down,
Can stop the tears from showing,
I'd pretend that it was the season of my discontent,
Only a raindrop falling down,
Can stop the years from telling,
All about how it was the season of my discontent.

I'm marked by the laughter,
I'm marked by the tears,
I'm marked by the seasons,
I'm marked by the years.

My heart is a flower,
Trying to grow,
My heart; it is learning,
The pain it shouldn't know.

The floodgates are open,
And a sea of people pours through,
In droplets, in teardrops,
In the water of the morning dew,
Feelings and emotions,
The reality of life,
The anguish of tomorrow,
The victim of trouble and strife.

My floodgates are broken,
For there's a crack that's spread its wings,
In anger, in danger,
In the breaking of another string,
Standing in the corner,
Looking into the unknown,
My reflection shivers lies,
Floodgates of flesh, skin, blood and bones.

The girl with the tights on fire,
Set alight,
Burning bright,
A flame of desire,
Walks into the crowded room,
Steals a glance,
Unique chance,
Innocence gone too soon.

(The child born on the Sabbath Day is bonny, blithe and good and gay.)

Arise, arise,
Scarlet skies,
Hidden sighs,
Prayers at night,
Moving light,
Sunday sights,
Religious dreams,
Woven seams,
Eyes gleam,
Prayers at night,
Moving light,
Sunday sights.