Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face

Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother's or your father's child
Your our child, screamin' wild

An ancient lunatic reins
In the trees of the night
Ha, ha, ha, ha

With hunger at her heels
Freedom in her eyes
She dances on her knees
Pirate prince at her side
Stirrin' into a hollow idols eyes

Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Your cool face
Your cool face

Do you remember when we were in Africa?

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's *******. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”

Once we were lovers
But some how things have changed
Now we're just lonely people trying to forget eachother's names  
What came between us?
Maybe we were just too young to know  
But now and then I feel the same
And sometimes at night I think I hear you calling my name  
These dreams
They keep me going these days  
Once we were lovers
But that was long ago
We said I love you then
And now we only say hello
What came between us?
Maybe we were just too young to know
But now and then I feel the same
Photographs and memories
All that I have are these to remember you
Memories that come at night
That take me to a better time
Back when I could call you mine
But we sure had a good time when we started way back then
Bedroom talks and morning walks are how I loved you then
Summer skies and lullabies
Nights we couldn't say goodbye
And out of all of the things that we knew
Not a dream survived

As Jim said in the past
There used to be a time
When simple things
Used to be enough
There used to be a time
When you can win a heart
With a smile in your face
There used to be a time
When you can build a castle
From the words you trust
There used to be a time
When music can be played
While souls embrace
There used to be a time
When I can see my future
And let go of my past
Jim was nothing but a thought
When I used to believe in love
When I used to believe it could last

Seeing the lizard king move
and seeing him dance,
seeing his wicked laughter
followed, by another wicked laugh
it makes you feel sad;
The fact,
that in front of you stands
the avatar of sadness,
the king of the ******!

Cigarette smoke lingering in the air
A full bottle of whiskey next to the bed
Uneasy feelings of my past life
Unsettling memories of you in my head

Reasons for infidelity never discussed
*** performed; alas, no love displayed
Late night intrusions by ****** intruders
Roles of husband and wife horribly played

Children we once planned on having
Simply a simple fornicated ideal
A shell of my former robust being
Attached to emotions unreal

Habitual rituals no longer practiced
Alcohol and drugs relinquish my lust
Notes of times past crumbled in the trash
Suddenly, the rush from your touch is a must

Hallucinations impair my rational thinking
My inner demons come to life
It’s only 8 p.m.
This is going to be a pretty long night…