"HOLY WATER"

She gave me her name and I took it ignoring the blame, of past pleasurable sins where I could've slipped your skin.

Artificial dance sparked from lights that strike the floor, I sit here alone surrounded by poeple I'de rather not care to know.

Theres only this that holds my thoughts, a conversation of sorts that showered me when I was in drought.
Clinging to every drop as if it mattered, for what she gave to me is holy water.

Thinking faster as of now, an imagery of stones walked upon in a past so far now gone.

Wishing for a true dance that might strike, so I sit here alone, all I do is remember, then I'll just turn and go.

Theres only this that holds my thoughts...

"SILENT"

If everynight gives me her body in a dream,
still I wouldn't be contenmpt,
Who wants to dream when you can find the
better thing?
Her warm still body, asleep and silent.

If my return home gives me her body for the first time,
still I wouldn't be contempt,
not until circumstances crumble and circles turn into
a straight road.
Walking hand in hand, nothing to say, we stay silent.

Again I throw away the hurt, beside this well known road,
don't speak a word and kiss me by your bedroom door.

If wild skies all around give me her body for the first time,
still I wouldn't be contempt,
not until these skies belong to us, for us to control.
A backlash of possibilities I find where I was once silent.

Again I throw away my hurt, beside this well known road,
don't speak a word and kiss me by your bedroom door.

The same old feelings start sinking in,
a late meeting means an unlikely possibility.

Another shame, for instance today,
missed you by the thickness of a breeze.

So I'll pack up and go, It's that time again,
so I'll burn the candles once more and let the smoke
take my place, until I come around back again.

At the third act of this event you came on,
soon to begin was my final stretch of road fro me to take on.

A near future encounter, a planned trip to this country´s center...
... I certainly hope you come along.

So I'll pack up and go, It's that time again, so I'll pick
up the ashes that burned, save them to give them to you,
when I come around back again.

A sudden posibility for another day, an incentive
for me to try and stay another day.

I'll do what I can, to learn your names, and give
me some words so I can stand.

This only makes me sink a bit slower,
another day for me, another night for
torture.

I take this sudden blow again and I celebrate
your intelligence and beauty where I stand.

She impressed me, wearing just blue jeans
and no make up, just perfect.

It could have been so comfortable, you so
far away and me staying closer to myself.

She then remembered me at a certain celebration,
black suit, tie and white converse, afterwards she left
elsewhere to some fair and other concerns.

She then remembered...

"THE LIES OF A SMILE"

Unrelentless pride, for once you could not
break me with the lies of a smile.

You talked about what you thought was right, the
change lightens life up, to walk again side by side
on top of clouds and everyone else's thoughts.

But for once turned down, strange now my
problems are felt farther down.

You wronged what once was right, now you want
your love to be something for me to fight for.

With your unrelentless disputes, of universal
chaos and how mistakes can be outspoken,
I take heed from a newer chase, a sudden warmer
embrace.

You should've swallowed your pride, either
way I'd still see the lies of your smile.

When everybody is the same, the outside
world is a God damn shame.

...our love was comfortable and, so broken in,
she's perfect, so flawless, or so they say...

Excerpt from John Mayer's "Comfortable"

If I drink water as much as wine, does that
restrain me from the wisdom of a drunk man
tonight.

To late for me to call, just far enough for me
to stall for as long as my need might have.

So I waiver one more time my chance to fall
by her side, she kept insisting that I'll will.

Whatever love, I don't care for your body
anymore.
Whatever love, I don't care fo your love
anumore.

Something of blur,
if things went wrong I souldn't start to care.
A reapeting light and a sudden blur,
people that ressemble a face so pure.

Lights from a sudden shadow,
new names to ponder and ignore,
this teaches me of a tasteful swallow
and a safe shore to explore.

And if a buzz gives me a new name to learn,
just give me a little more time to explore,
a possibility to implore, on something like
a new name to call and to learn.

If these years were as rough,
forget the years apart and share a different thought.
A fog as misty, beyond it what I've always sought
(but in my mind fought),
the people that ressemble a face so rare,
in this misty fog.

And if a buzz gives me a new name to learn,
just give me a little more time to explore,
a possibility to implore, on something like
a new name to call and to learn.

"ANOTHER WAY"

I run past these colder streets, cutting
thru the madness of this city far from
the sea.

Secrets have already been known, bealiving
whatever words we say to stay another day
the same.

Of these people that lived around me, only
Adam and Eve complained about me when I
moved down the street.

So run down another way, this
way is too crowded for you to
come along.
So run down another way, the
line to get into heaven is way too
long.

Friends from a whole different border, we
ignore our racial madness in hopes we find
order.

Fantastic interaction between friends,
secrets and fiends show what our hearts
intend.

So run down another way, this
way is too crowded for you to come
along.
So we'll run down our own way,
'cus the wait to get into heaven is way
too long.

Remember something new,
these things tend to break,
a bird that flew,
you're memory seems to leak.

A late night misused moon,
a midnight fading dream.
Someone is howling like a loon,
give me a reason to let you speak.

Concerning some sort of law,
I hunt down my own despair.
When my hands turn to paws,
with these I try to find other affairs.

Finding a chilled way to say,
that things can always change.
Finding that road that gave me away,
a flying bird that gave me your name.

Backyard night time dream,
another alternative for something new.
Just sing a new song to me,
you can be one of the so very few.

Thinking the way I didn't,
a memory stirs inside my head.
Like when I'm set before the kick,
I stand around and take it all instead.

"STOP TO SEE"
(Stoplight)

In wait, in a mid cold, ignoring the memories
and those tales of old. The stoplight my only
source of sight, the green, red and yellow
signs of my life.

Stop to see, the light chages on me again,
I hurry to make up for the lost and the time
I was left behind.

In wait, an appointment foretold, a table
and a chair, a cup of coffee that could make
our conversation pleasent and fair, interrupted
only by the stoplight and it's sudden flare.

Stop to see, the weather changes on me again,
so I hurry to make up for those lost souls we
left behind.

"AS OF RIGHT NOW"

So the year passed and I survived, I don't feel
fully alive just yet, probably only half as dead.

...much better than last, as of right now,
another shadow over my face has passed,
I don't feel half as dead as of right now...

You can save me today, or just take one
more of this cat's lives, you can also be my
saving grace, holding that smile that cast
from up high.

...much more awake than last, as of right now,
another shadow has left my face, I don't feel
half as dead, as of right now...

You can keep me awake today, or leave me
at home for me to rest, you can also be a brighter
grace, holding that thought with a light laid upon
you from up high.

Theres something here again, your pressence
starts sinking in, edges so rough you and me
I think we could fit quite nicely.

Weeks trickle into days, my time with you
is less than a few hours and seconds away.

We already meassure the world by the mark
we have made, a world as small, nothing is made
too strange.

Hide the things you're scared to show,
bring your thoughts around and rearrange them
with my own.

Hide the scars that still bleed,
bring your heart around, stay close to me
and I'll give you my air to breath.

Just don't turn back, you'll know when It's time
to talk about background memories and all our moments
of peace...

...all the while I'm just wondering if I'm
allowed to see you in my sleep.

Ignoring the things you've tried to hide,
I'll bring myself around and show you theres
so much I'd like to try.

Healing the scars that might show,
I'll bring myself around and show you that youre
not alone.

... I'm here if you want to...

You should might as well whisper, I'd still
hear your words, as far as I am supposed to go
where words travel slower, It's a completely different
world.

For if I am called a saint I might as well call you
a god, for without worship I write something like
a psalm fo you every day and every night.

Impressed as I'd like to be, my pressence here
is only that of a passer by, concerning only the flight
that will let me flee I can only turn around and say
goodbye.

And so I turn my back to the world I used to know.

Interrupting inspiration, a fleeting glimpse of that
sought fo emotion, of the oldest wish, more even
than you and I, a wish I'd like granted tonight.

...but I can only turn around and say goodbye.

And so I turn my back on the world I used to know,
once more.

All of these raindrops that fall on your heart,
just so you know, that high above the world
they turn into crystals of snow.

Tossing and turning, nightmares fill my head,
these rhymes and reasons that I give don't change
the things that were said.

Growing deeper scars thatn these,
sufficing my pains I take any shot to the heart
with ease.

The lights make shadows, a darkness I abide in time,
my constant company in sorrow has it's own lighter
and beatiful side.

I'm ignoring these confrontations,
telling myself these come from lighter jokes
and not something violent and with intimidation.

Growing blodier wounds than this,
knowing of things that are better and know there are
worse messes than this.

Pouring myself full, angels never ignored me before
at heaven's door, a heaven that was closed for me
without knowing what these sins intend.

Dying like a spoiled brat , see me in a different
way, stronger minds need somewhere to go, I just
look to fall in the hands of some angel.

Hestating on another prayer
I come upon another person to play the drummer
and fill my head with something other than doubt.

Covering something other than my various shades of gray,
painting with another color and keeping from breaking and staying
just to keep on dreaming.