I will wave by the sky liners,
Silhouetted by a dead street light.
I was fortunate to find a homeless painter,
We will spread this night together.
Oh, this lore that you guard,
A pot of flowers on my heart,
This whisper of foliage in our ears.
I'll see you at the entrance,
Towards this anyplace,
I have ever been.
I have love in my voice,
Aviation is not the only choice,
That's universal, yes it's terrible,
Oh, that fort that you adore.
Oh, this lore that you guard,
A pot of flowers on my heart,
This whisper of foliage in our ears.
It starts to arise.
Into the streets, a massive strike.
Your bricks and your mortar
Are so broken and at war.
Into the high-rise,
Don't hang out all the dirt.
Don't get too far inside,
You don't want to be too far inside.
This machine will eat us alive,
All of the ebony and the ivory.
Don't put yourself back up on the shelf
Again the same way.
If it's all been a race
And I can't back down,
I will be the anti-body.
Fodder in the blame,
Caught but not tamed,
All of the wishes you wanted came true.
All the cold warnings
Won't sew the wounds up;
On the cold shoulders,
Passed out in the street.
I keep this light on
For sweet company.
What is this?
I don't want to push your buttons.
What is that? I won't lay to rest.
If it's all been arranged,
I can't back down
And you want me to be the martyr.
Fodder in the blame,
Caught but not tamed,
All of the wishes you wanted came true.
New forewarnings,
Might be some glitches
On the way to the finish line.
They come from old paradigms,
New forewarnings.
They come from the inside.
We met in a little world
Reflected in a tiny universe.
We met in western philosophy,
We met on western terms.
We are animated.
Cities by the river,
The wind crashes the windows.
Mirrors on high clouds,
Mirrors on high class.
We'll cover the whole world
In all of its parts, in all of its glory.
Could the white caps fill dry fountains
Or pull the plugs on this trickle down system?
We are just miniature.
Cities by the river,
The wind crashes the windows.
Mirrors on high clouds,
Mirrors on high class.
We are auto-motion,
We are just microcosm.
Rabbits in the neighbourhood,
Rabbits in the street.
All of the love, all the love
Kissing the dirt on your knees.
Cardinals in the hedges,
Cardinals in the yard,
Hunting with a camera,
Where a heart was there's a scar.
Fortunes in the woodlands,
Fortunes out near the lake.
It's step-father nature at our poor mother's wake.
Fortunes in the woodlands.
Wires in the ocean,
Wires in the sky.
In the foreground of a sunset
It's placid in your eye.
The loon sings peace, the loon cries please.
There's motion in the city, then there's motion in the sea.
Fortunes in the woodlands,
Fortunes out near the lake.
It's step-father nature at our poor mother's wake.
Fortunes in the woodlands.
I lose my heat,
How can I rival this autumn frost,
It blankets me.
It can only mean
I'm going to lose my leaves.
This autumn frost,
It blankets me.
It destroys me, it defeats me, so hollow.
As we go along, where we don't know,
We'll marry sporadically and
Figure the rest out as we go along.
Expansion forces,
I lose my gripping,
The motion from last year's rain fall
Makes the surface a dormant forest.
Cadaver is the opposite of hollow.
This autumn frost destroys me,
It defeats me, so hollow.
As we go along, where we don't know,
We'll marry sporadically and
Figure the rest out as we go along.
Come on let's go!
A rose is a rose is a rose.
Like red sky at night,
Like free markets, I fail
With the help of hands.
Hi, how are you?
So nice of you to ask.
Never thrown away a good heart,
Seems like hazardous waste.
So put away everyone,
Anti-establish fun.
So nice of you to ask.
A rose is a rose is a rose.
Like red sky at night,
Like free markets, I fail
With the help of hands.
Summerland, oh summerland.
I don't know what I should say.
Summerland, oh summerland.
This will be my last day.
I won't wave no golden flags,
This is the end of your forest fire.
It rages on now
And it's creepin' up the mountain,
Helicopters are swoopin' in now,
Only the lakes can save you now.
Peachland, oh peachland,
This is about all I can take
Peachland, oh peachland,
This will be my last day.
I won't wave no golden flags,
This is the end of your forest fire.
It rages on now
And its creepin' up the mountain,
Helicopters are swoopin' in now,
Only the lakes can save you now.
It rages on now, it rages on now.
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