Waiting Ages For The Morninglight
The Morning Ages For You
Raging To Be As Bright As Shooting Stars
Shooting Stars Seldom Get Through
We’Re Staring Down Into The Fire
Creating A Swarm
It’S Shape Is Buried In The Land Of Dreams
Buried In A Sparklestorm
In The Land Of Dreams…
Keeps On Pushing Me Backwards Higher
Slowly Through That Ring Of Fire
Keeps On Pushing Me Backwards Higher
It Feels Like There Is Something In The Way I Dream
I Carry Up A Heavy Heated Rock
To Walk The Riverbed
And When I Let It Drop
The River Walks With Me Instead
Sir Barleycorn He Needs Believing
I Believe In Sir John
His Shape Is Buried In The Land Of Dreams
Buried In A Sparklestorm
In The Land Of Dreams…
On Pushing Me Backwards Higher
Slowly Through That Ring Of Fire
Keeps On Pushing Me Backwards Higher
Slowly Through That Ring Of Fire
Keeps On Pushing Me Backwards Higher
Slowly Through That Ring Of Fire
Keeps On Pushing Me Backwards Higher
It Feels Like There Is Someth. In The Way I Feel About You
And I Know
My Ugly Ways
Turn Out To Be So Slow
And I’Ll Keep
My Secret Ways
I Hold My Breath
Until I Awake
I Keep Quiet As A Mouse
Some Stranger Entered My House
Slaughtered My Goldfish With A Golden Knife
I Cannot But Sit Hide And Be So Quiet
Keeps On Pushing Me Backwards Higher
Slowly Through That Ring Of Fire
Keeps On Pushing Me Backwards Higher
Slowly Through That Ring Of Fire