Im losing my head.
My head feels like a hole.
A bizarre turn of events have occurred in my life when I was offered your feelings.
The signs of a new present are shown in vibrant and flavored colours.
They make me believe I'm getting high off of this song. They make me believe I can see music as it is played.
They make me believe I can taste the sun as it rises. They believe I could swallow the emotions that Mother Nature flows upon us.
I believe in a higher power [A Strength larger and more beautiful than yours.]
The razor-sharp look you glanced at me. It made me believe I lost a war I did not enrol in.
My body is a monastery and it confines my bare soul.
My fears sew my eyes to the back of my head so I cannot see the two sides of the story.
My sea of sorrow will not come tomorrow.
I lay down. I will wait.
The weight is torn down..
My walls of thought [soo strong, too high] will lose balance and fall down.
Maybe crush someone.. or two..
The needle tore open a hole today but the dirt covered my innocence and the lines across my face.
How far did I come today?
Please explain how my Marc was shot at and still survived?
May I lay on a bed of sharp rocks or become lifeless like a stone?
A graceful, romantic Butterfly starts its life as a caterpillar. Then it is given time to purify its soul in a dark, safe place. Given time of evolution has passed and I wonder the strange question ; what was that little fella's last thought before he transformed?
Would you come out today for the storm?
I believe that you would be enticed to scream into the sky [are you, sweetheart?]
I reckon you would dwell in Mother Nature's tears [would you, priceless?]
If I Would Could You?
NAH NA NA
na NAH na-na
NAH NAH
nah Na
You hum my rhythem but you can't change me.
No, ya can't change me.
[She can't]
I fluently but gracefully will shed my bark and join the pack.
My head feels like a hole.
A bizarre turn of events have occurred in my life when I was offered your feelings.
The signs of a new present are shown in vibrant and flavored colours.
They make me believe I'm getting high off of this song. They make me believe I can see music as it is played.
They make me believe I can taste the sun as it rises. They believe I could swallow the emotions that Mother Nature flows upon us.
I believe in a higher power [A Strength larger and more beautiful than yours.]
The razor-sharp look you glanced at me. It made me believe I lost a war I did not enrol in.
My body is a monastery and it confines my bare soul.
My fears sew my eyes to the back of my head so I cannot see the two sides of the story.
My sea of sorrow will not come tomorrow.
I lay down. I will wait.
The weight is torn down..
My walls of thought [soo strong, too high] will lose balance and fall down.
Maybe crush someone.. or two..
The needle tore open a hole today but the dirt covered my innocence and the lines across my face.
How far did I come today?
Please explain how my Marc was shot at and still survived?
May I lay on a bed of sharp rocks or become lifeless like a stone?
A graceful, romantic Butterfly starts its life as a caterpillar. Then it is given time to purify its soul in a dark, safe place. Given time of evolution has passed and I wonder the strange question ; what was that little fella's last thought before he transformed?
Would you come out today for the storm?
I believe that you would be enticed to scream into the sky [are you, sweetheart?]
I reckon you would dwell in Mother Nature's tears [would you, priceless?]
If I Would Could You?
NAH NA NA
na NAH na-na
NAH NAH
nah Na
You hum my rhythem but you can't change me.
No, ya can't change me.
[She can't]
I fluently but gracefully will shed my bark and join the pack.
- Sir O'Conner
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