it's gonna end There's a star in Bethlehem, calling you It's a memory of one made it (chorus) Be, be yourself There's no one who does it quite like you And be
tea And read St. Augustine I like the way you look outside It's not like the secrets that you try to hide I kind of like the way you talk so tough (
As the sand shifts cool beneath your feet By the light of a dead end moon Your haunted fingers on my skin so sweet Your hair the darkest loom Like
There's no one stirring on my street tonight There's no one leaning on my window pane No one to ascertain, or just apologize to There's no one to kill
You are the center of your own private little constellation And you are the jury and judge of every little deconstructed fable And you like the way it
s more to your story You still learn Despite why your eyes burn Soul-Searchin' I seek and find the ole merchant The high beacon Your eyes talk When you
it (chorus) So where you gonna go Who you gonna call When you know it's time to play the game What's your mystery Who's it gonna be When you know it
closed the gate Even though I messed up There wasn't an offer, love No mercy, no grace And I see right through you (see right through you) You wanna be
Oh the hymns of angels Suffer over the stench of the 21st century Nothing is black or white Or devoid of industry The face of monotony The litany of
You are the sunshine I am the rain that falls in line You are a candle And I am your darkness You are the moonlight I am the cloud that passes by You
to be Much more than they could see You and I are made to stay As they waste away (repeat chorus) And the raven in the towerclock Spins poetry and devil talk
up the moment from after the flood Tonight, return of love Return, return of the singer I'll tell you how it's gonna be We're gonna make some history
Oh tell me do you live in dreams You're not exactly what you seem to be Yeah, we want to follow Alycen But come tomorrow we will want to run from Alycen
How can I be so despairing When you are so full of joy How can I be so laser-like And you so passively content How can I bleed my sorrows And you hide
I ran into your arms, like Moses parted water And I ran into your arms like an angel to the Father I ran into your arms like a soul that has departed
