Flashed burned
In the sun soaked rain
sitting behind the wheel
at
The Break of Doom
in
A junk yard full of blues
with
The rain water blowing
through my mind/
Fifty five naked girls
said
It's all fine
kissing
All of me at the same time/
Take it as soon as possible
they said
If your symptoms do not
improve
Go back to your regular
Dosing
of
under the counter love/
I ordered up Earth Angles
And
Lolitas tasting like
Breakfast at TIffenys/
I told her I wanted
the
tycoon cut
A
Diamond with a diamond
on top/
Wearing designer raw
She did a catwalk
dressed in Lola Rouge/
I was running for a
cause when like a fox caught
in the headlights
I submitted to the lightening
strike
and
wondered in angles
have sex/
In stereophonic delight
at the
Break of Doom
sounding like wind
chimes
in
Heaven/
She told to tell
me
I'm less then you
think
and
more
then you ever
imagined
at
The Break of
Doom/
FOREVER
No one is ever lost/
They are misplaced and replaced
by what might have been/
The secret of the sleeping rose
is that it believes in spring/
In a world of things that come and
go and nothing to be certain/
You must believe in spring/
A thousand summers anywhere
you go/
Remember that you love
him so/
The time he ran to stand
in the footprints you left in
the sand/
Each tide a life shared
in a moonland/
Touching to grab an instant
in a thousand summers/
Theres no chill yet you
shiver/
No flame yet you'll burn/
In the empty, silent place of
the world
He is a metaphore
illuminating the
silent places in our
hearts
revealing a strange
beauty:
Austere, Elegant
Enigmatic, Haunting
Dancing clowns on buttercups
and
Forever Never Ends
They are misplaced and replaced
by what might have been/
The secret of the sleeping rose
is that it believes in spring/
In a world of things that come and
go and nothing to be certain/
You must believe in spring/
A thousand summers anywhere
you go/
Remember that you love
him so/
The time he ran to stand
in the footprints you left in
the sand/
Each tide a life shared
in a moonland/
Touching to grab an instant
in a thousand summers/
Theres no chill yet you
shiver/
No flame yet you'll burn/
In the empty, silent place of
the world
He is a metaphore
illuminating the
silent places in our
hearts
revealing a strange
beauty:
Austere, Elegant
Enigmatic, Haunting
Dancing clowns on buttercups
and
Forever Never Ends
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