Would I lie to you
no candycoloured paradise
no stary blackholed eyes
no more dreams of neverend
through embers only dark descends
no more comatose sleepwalking
no feeble sideshow toungetalking
not even crucified you'd get that far
nor escape the shining mourningstar
no lies shall opiate your senses
no spying glasses with shaded lenses
nor suns that burn a brighter tint
just lucid weaves in pristine mint
no more angels in the snow
no more hunting high and low
no more water in our veins
to seek out gold from grains
no fight to win or loose
no sing
no stary blackholed eyes
no more dreams of neverend
through embers only dark descends
no more comatose sleepwalking
no feeble sideshow toungetalking
not even crucified you'd get that far
nor escape the shining mourningstar
no lies shall opiate your senses
no spying glasses with shaded lenses
nor suns that burn a brighter tint
just lucid weaves in pristine mint
no more angels in the snow
no more hunting high and low
no more water in our veins
to seek out gold from grains
no fight to win or loose
no sing
Please Come Home For Christmas
There are stars in the southern sky
Southward as you go.
There is moonlight and moss in the trees
Down the Seven Bridges Road.
Now I have loved you like a baby...
Like some lonesome child,
And I have loved you in a tame way,
And I have loved you wild.
Sometimes there's a part of me
Has to turn from here and go...
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the Seven Bridges Road.
There are stars in the southern sky.
And if ever you decide you should go,
There is a taste of time sweet and honey
Down the Seven Bridges Road.