Now as I lay by your side would you tell me why everything has to be lies Leaving everyone wondering when we'll all wind up dead to all we are within
seemed to say : "et le silence-trera Et me penetrera" But silence-trera means nothing, or it's just for the rhyme. cybele's reverie Childhood
You can't walk through the Isle of the dead You can't lie still in the guest house bed There's a pair of black eyes staring down at you From the mountain
be And what is yet to see Over the night and far to the sea Those stars that heard they scream That evening the skies started to weep That reveries'
'till you're fagged out Tick-tock clock and teddy boys Open windows shout Walk these streets She wore me, she wore you She's concrete Reverie Knick
Into the trees Past meadow grounds And further away from my home Baying behind me I hear the hounds Flock's chasing to find me alone A trail of sickness
The culprit, you act before thinking Caught in your ignorant sin And lying to your own reflection You thought you could hide Deprived of my own innocence
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My reverie is a portrait of you, your smiling face all in soft shades of blue, my reverie leaves the world far behind, each time you say that you'll always
I haven?t seen the world look so lost Prepare for the worst and let me get away from all of this But still I know that you?re at war All of this, now
So let's get away i wanna leave this place we'll fall asleep and dream out all our days this is where realities been lost so let's get away just close
Chained to his memory Remain in this reverie Chained to his memory Remain in this reverie Chained to his memory Remain in this reverie Chained to his
You can't walk through the Isle of the Dead, you can't lie still in the guest house bed, there's a pair of black eyes staring down at you from the mountain
Arrows Tease tease tease these tables, tables set for 3 Self made melodies with the arrows up our sleeves Arrows never throw arrows aren?t to hold Please
Making up the fall cascade Trees [...?] the fallen shade Parallel to forward time Speaking simply through the night Writing songs in symmetry Never
Say I resign too soon, as one of good fortune; These fortunate gestures, they misdirect whispers... And oh, they say, I could be dangerous. Give me time
So we rose, too close; overexposed, the wide whites of eyes, we dried... to keep safe all the keepsakes that we hide. In and out of season, warm armed