(2013)
I’m called outside There’s no one home; I knock and I plead but I feel al… Won’t you deliver a smile to my da… You set the sun in the sky, so hel…
Verdant green speaks an aura, as s… Douglas firs, a maze; beginnings n… Gods above, the mountains look upo… caressed in the creeping silk of f… In this hearth the cradle sleeps;
Times are changing But the story’s still the same; Years to the day. I make progress With myself
If there’s always other fishes Swimming in the sea What consolation is there In seeking to marry? If something so much better
Jack shake hands with Susan, sees her smile against the light. Susan catches on the face of Jack… her glow is just as bright. “Hey there, boy; would you like to…
Do you hear the storm? It’s calli… laugh in the face of disaster, shi… we share rapture, we share a shame… Divides our minds, we play complet… to show our cracks off, and we are…
Every night I find myself in the… The floors below the banister Whisper words of peace to me, That I might escape this crazines… And as many times I resist; I’m n…
You’ve got cold hands Tight on my burning crush You know, I never got a favor fro… I got sunshine I need happy and high
The fog reflects and masks my soul… The poor victim will never know. I’ve been watching her movements This entire time. Thin legs, curves lead to supple b…
If the sun could burn away All my smooth skin And leave me rough again, I’d be ok with that. If the light that shines
I remember when I was a younger b… The things you’d do to me; There was life around, it made me… And filled me with vitality. But you told me stories, and I do…
They say the devil’s like a man ; As beautiful and fair, Spared only a parting glance, You’d never know he’s there. Aloof until crisis of faith,
Face-first at the planet side; silver shine on the back, a calm g… I’m coming back in, saddest moment… Nothing quite American as cherry… Crowds gather, good friends and fa…
Met with daybreak, I came to scre… Towards the pollution fogging up m… Ichor splashing through my head; Noir painted black and red. What could be held responsible
Hidden nerves in a beaten bush You’ve never heard what I want to… Maybe the echoes won’t reverberate Perhaps it’s better off that way So why is there regret