f ghost within Have to draw the line Need to draw the line Had to draw the line Need to draw the line Have to draw the line Pack your bags we?fre going
Like a bird upon release Through the atmosphere Like a honking flock of geese Winter drawing near As the fabric comes unstitched Hearts and minds and
All our lives we?ve dreamed about it Just to find that it was never real This sure ain?t no great Valhalla Coming closer each turn of the wheel Forlorn
Lay down my head by the wayside My worn out shoes Quite why she went I can?ft decide Yeah but I sure could use One plate of food steaming and hot Clean
I?m like a jackdaw Cawing at your back door Scratching at your windowpane Hey throw your window wide And taste the April night with me again Girl we
Yeah yeah Is the answer none of the above Crouched in a whole like a mud-streaked fugitive And everyday a different version of Pourin it away like a
pack of lies Baby that keeps you sane Gates of heaven are open wide God help me baby I?m trapped inside Feels like I?m buried alive I?m the bottom line
Stella, she gave me a state of grace I'm armor plated 4 inches thick Now all I got was a little taste I'm gibbering like a lunatic Stella, the artist
Oh, my hearties bold as brass Roll it out like summer grass Take me back where I came from Transformation has begun Throwing off the clothes of day
Can't recall the moment when the doubt Ripped your face Or put my finger on quite when the fog Took your place Now we've been beating on it 'til we'
Wink, wink and the moments gone Wink, wink and the moments gone Wink, wink and the moments gone Wink, wink and the moments gone And then the doorbell
Brush Stroke with one brush stroke i attempt to paint a picture of you your beautiful face the soft lines around your eyes your hair blowing