ShadowsCool
07-22-2011, 11:52 PM
Lovely Little Princess
Lovely little princess,
From sea to sea I have searched to see,
A moonlight sky on a coral reef
Your mother in my dreams.
My lovely princess
From dream to dream I have seen
A perfect garden by a fig leaf
Her silhouette out of my window.
From dawns arise your inquisitive eyes
Peer through mine looking for an answer,
An answer I can't give that makes much sense
Without seeing her love inside of you.
As we scour the seas on our ship of dreams
We'll see the image of her painted in the sky,
Where peaceful seas hold her ashes
We sprinkled on the turbulent waves.
In your child's mind your gazing eyes
Are held in mine forever in time,
Locked in a dream which never will cease
Seeing her inside your sad eyes.
It's Black All The Time
Your world round, serene and blue,
It pulses my world listless and flat.
As I image you I'm at the edge,
Might as well be on a tenth floor ledge.
The simple silence is not so simple,
It's deadly poison to a withered mind.
Waiting on your world to just touch mine,
In air of whiteness it's black all the time.
Lovely little princess,
From sea to sea I have searched to see,
A moonlight sky on a coral reef
Your mother in my dreams.
My lovely princess
From dream to dream I have seen
A perfect garden by a fig leaf
Her silhouette out of my window.
From dawns arise your inquisitive eyes
Peer through mine looking for an answer,
An answer I can't give that makes much sense
Without seeing her love inside of you.
As we scour the seas on our ship of dreams
We'll see the image of her painted in the sky,
Where peaceful seas hold her ashes
We sprinkled on the turbulent waves.
In your child's mind your gazing eyes
Are held in mine forever in time,
Locked in a dream which never will cease
Seeing her inside your sad eyes.
It's Black All The Time
Your world round, serene and blue,
It pulses my world listless and flat.
As I image you I'm at the edge,
Might as well be on a tenth floor ledge.
The simple silence is not so simple,
It's deadly poison to a withered mind.
Waiting on your world to just touch mine,
In air of whiteness it's black all the time.