jikan myshkin
05-21-2008, 06:27 AM
Do clouds dream?
Do clouds dream?
Does the sky crack underfoot?
Does the lamb sleep with the wolves,
And the wolves sleep with the hunter’s gun?
And the blood flow through the conquered
Promise land’s wall
Flooding the colony with the spirit
Lost in the myths of time
Does a light shine on
In the darkest shadows of the mind?
In the truth of ignorance
Does knowledge long to be won?
Do the winds of change
Corrupt the child’s kite
Shackled to a string
Blowing in the night
Are questions the mutterings of a fool
Who has thrown his lot in with the crowd
Severed the mainline in his arm
Tied his nerves to some false prophet’s God
Cast himself into the deep blue sea
After laying his empty burden
On all the tender messed up hearts
That line heaven’s empty streets
Is safety where there’s no danger?
And security where there’s no tears?
Is the howling of the wolves at the moon
The last trace of lingering fear?
And the ringing of the bells
The ringing that heralds the opening of the gates for thee?
Is the choir’s broken song taken up by the dawn chorus?
Will the glow of the moon ignite your face?
Do ancient golden maps lead to hope?
As the blind watches the cities fall two by two
Stood atop of the tallest hill
Overlooking the bay
Where the lost and lonely souls
Find a place to stay
And the clouds can dream their dreams
As they slowly drift on their way
Do clouds dream?
Does the sky crack underfoot?
Does the lamb sleep with the wolves,
And the wolves sleep with the hunter’s gun?
And the blood flow through the conquered
Promise land’s wall
Flooding the colony with the spirit
Lost in the myths of time
Does a light shine on
In the darkest shadows of the mind?
In the truth of ignorance
Does knowledge long to be won?
Do the winds of change
Corrupt the child’s kite
Shackled to a string
Blowing in the night
Are questions the mutterings of a fool
Who has thrown his lot in with the crowd
Severed the mainline in his arm
Tied his nerves to some false prophet’s God
Cast himself into the deep blue sea
After laying his empty burden
On all the tender messed up hearts
That line heaven’s empty streets
Is safety where there’s no danger?
And security where there’s no tears?
Is the howling of the wolves at the moon
The last trace of lingering fear?
And the ringing of the bells
The ringing that heralds the opening of the gates for thee?
Is the choir’s broken song taken up by the dawn chorus?
Will the glow of the moon ignite your face?
Do ancient golden maps lead to hope?
As the blind watches the cities fall two by two
Stood atop of the tallest hill
Overlooking the bay
Where the lost and lonely souls
Find a place to stay
And the clouds can dream their dreams
As they slowly drift on their way