Post by joesnuff on Sept 22, 2002 2:21:19 GMT -5
How grey awakenings cover our blushing freedom
Don't they cover well?
Grains of revolution scatter on dry ground
There's something about the way
How they hover up in the wind so well!
Eavesdropping foot soldiers
Clear as a buzzing phone off the hook, down two doors
No peace offering made for my soul
Circles of vain leaf walls push us to the floor
Making four, five six senses sore
We hovered up in the wind so well!
How grey awakenings plunder the human condition
Sleeping among bones of nations
In the end of the beginnings,
A shudder of war drums fade away
Third is the lover's condition
With its small gifts of fascination
Watery eyes, toasting old friends
How they drink and sing in a way!
God and life, not a soul can see and go
Yet there is a sigh in the gallows
Bandits whistle a curious tune -
"Drop all your splintered arrows"
A thousand tongues to sing so mild!
Expiring this world undefiled
Don't they cover well?
Grains of revolution scatter on dry ground
There's something about the way
How they hover up in the wind so well!
Eavesdropping foot soldiers
Clear as a buzzing phone off the hook, down two doors
No peace offering made for my soul
Circles of vain leaf walls push us to the floor
Making four, five six senses sore
We hovered up in the wind so well!
How grey awakenings plunder the human condition
Sleeping among bones of nations
In the end of the beginnings,
A shudder of war drums fade away
Third is the lover's condition
With its small gifts of fascination
Watery eyes, toasting old friends
How they drink and sing in a way!
God and life, not a soul can see and go
Yet there is a sigh in the gallows
Bandits whistle a curious tune -
"Drop all your splintered arrows"
A thousand tongues to sing so mild!
Expiring this world undefiled