When I was young,
I believed they were 'Morning Doves.'
That they would fly down in the night,
To rest on my lawn.

Now that I'm older,
I know they're called 'Mourning Doves.'
That they were named after their haunting song,
Of all Earth's sorrows and plight.

He wouldn't compose a cantata,
A symphony, song, or sonata:
     The best of his best
     Is a piece that's one rest,
Played f and with a fermata.

Often I'll wake in my slumber,
To a melody seeping through the window.
It's sung by the stars,
They beckon me from my soft bed,
To the chill of night.
I listen, for if I were not to dance to their music,
Their art would be at a waste.

A
Blues song
Is sung

I cry
With the
Memory

Cold winter's eve,
A peasant man mourns in the cold,
Tears all full, falling to his child's grave.

An angel then descended from the sky,
Remorseful for the great loss of his,
While she wrapped her wings around him,
She sighed and sung.

God made the stars,
He made them so you may see the eyes of your beloved,
When they return to his graceful arms.

I ought to know that,

We are one in the same.

We can't fix it,

And I don't feel any shame.


We don't talk much,

Nothing really will ever change.

But i don't think i like it,

And I feel so strange.


If you were to go blue,

My heart would crack in two.

I wouldn't confront you,

We’d end up like we always do


If you know me you need to show me,

Or I'll just crack in two.

And I'm not sure you’ll fix it,

Just because I'm so used to it.


If you know me then show me,

Say it right back to my face.

Cause i think we could fix it,

Become not used to it.


Cause you know that we’re the same,

I have worse things I can take.

But i can't have you flake,

Or else I won't have my escape.

All the leaves have fallen off,

All the branches are small.

The sky helps me stall,

Waiting to wish upon a star.


What color is the sky painted?

The color of your emotion is faded.

The bonfire is created,

The wind has your face painted.


Close your eyes,

Maybe we're falling.

Or is the wind just stalling?

The rain was falling as if I were bawling.


Tell me the color of your emotion.

Tell me if the rain is your devotion.

Is the bonfire burning,

Or am I only yearning?


Cause maybe i'm just falling,

Listening to your calling.

You're like a bonfire,

Unmatching with a wildfire.


So let me listen to your calling,

In the rain as if I were falling.

The bonfire is slowly fading,

Allow me to test what we created.

When i'm too drunk to drive,

Would you kiss me tonight?

What if the music was right?

Would you pick a fight?


When we would start to kiss,

The record would always skip.

I'd sit a little closer,

Flipping it back over.


Sharing a pack of cigarettes,

Burning through it with the brunette.

It’ll leave me with nothing.

It’ll leave you with nothing.


A foolish reason for a kiss,

Within my own selfishness.

Liking the closeness,

Pulling when the record skips.


Pulled from the abyss,

Only when I felt the warmth of your lips.

You leave me to reminisce,

About our first kiss.

Up on the hill there's a plastic tree,

Are you here with me?

Is it another dream,

Or are you close to me?


Let’s set out at sea,

Spree to where you're close to me.

Cause you are my love,

My medicine that turns me into a dove.


When you're close to me,

In the submarine,

Does anyone know, love?

Or is this another dream?


If you can't get what you want,

Then come with me.

Close to me,

Like the plastic tree.


Up on the hill sits a manatee,

Drifted far from the sea.

Sitting with the plastic tree,

Are you here with me?


Just looking out for the day,

Just a dream but wont you stay?

Cause when there's a plastic tree,

You're close to me.