: I am a lone wolf A beauty and a beast Both hunter and hunted Soft tongue and sharp teeth I toned from my travels Yet raw from this road As I drink
: Air thick with history tourists and chicory Buildings are gorgeous shells of what used to be I'm looking for something beyond architecture Something
: If I tried to say everything around me If I tried to be everything I dream Then I just might have a little piece of heaven Then realize this life
: Trial by flight and trial by fire Such tempting invitations take me higher and higher The cauldron is boiling and there's a message in the scent
: I wasn't surprised when you burst Through the door crying For days your eyes were swelling You've got so many things on your mind I want to help
: Sometimes I don't see things as clearly As I would like to see I keep moving without a purpose to shield me From all the blows that aching people
: Sister, how come you won't admit, That you're beautiful and that you're sick, That you're an addict well at least driven to fit, You got the power
: When the letter came it was soggy from the rain The ink was thin and running and I know the author was the same Cause I am he -- he is me -- we are
: You say you are quiet because you lack food I delight in your entree and watch as you chew Now that your steak must be well on it's way Through
: Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voila le portrait sans retouche De l'homme auquel j'appartiens Quand il me prend
: I watch them come i watch them go Some quickly some slow They drink their coffee eat bread Read the paper shake heads --they say "how can they
: I never asked you If you thought there was more If it gets better beyond the black and the white Our limited sight and perspective of colour Now
: The violet lining of a thunder cloud The smell of it as the rain pours down It gathers bits of brokeness Shards of glass, leaves and sticks Like
: A drifter set in motion This tale of love and devotion Reluctant locomotion so wild From a tattered and weakened state He chose to liberate Crossed
I watch them come i watch them go Some quickly some slow They drink their coffee eat bread Read the paper shake heads --they say "how can they do
I never asked you If you thought there was more If it gets better beyond the black and the white Our limited sight and perspective of colour Now
Air thick with history tourists and chicory Buildings are gorgeous shells of what used to be I'm looking for something beyond architecture Something
Trial by flight and trial by fire Such tempting invitations take me higher and higher The cauldron is boiling and there's a message in the scent Says
