Your selfishness love’s it’s compassion in your bizarre world of conceit
If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up
The pretense of deep affection is given as innocence’s is spilled
Do you dance to love songs do you dream as the music plays on So lonely
I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
Dancing alone with a love that came and went holding on to nothing endless
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
How can I keep loving when the wounds still bleeds sharing
As you sleep in the twilight of dreams I kiss you without end
As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet
Loving you madly with kisses picture sweet in a frame of glass and wood
parking down the street walking very discreet to my back alley girl I slip inside wiping the tears
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
we waltz in visions under the stars and share
