It's so calm, I am suspicious without a storm Here on my farm, it is harvest and the sun is warm And I yearn for upheaval, oscillation of the depths The
Hannah's friends were watching When she met him at the end of the bar Hannah's friends were thinking That he wouldn't even make it that far "This is
Baby, I must leave you soon It's all I know how to protect myself You say you want to know I reveal and then I Show, oh, I'm the fool 'Cos I can't find
lay low, lay low. keep your head above the water, like the turtle taught you sing high, sing high way above the dogma, that's where they haven?t gotcha
I bought six sunflowers at Sundays farmers market The one near Selma and Vine I took them all home put them into a big green vase And they were pretty
midnight air tumbles ocean thro my window and from my bed im searching the stars, quite aware through my stare I asked you in though under sheets, slide
Something rolling underneath my skin I could not define it or invite it in though To let it in would be to liberate To keep it in darkness is to propagate
Medusa woke up one day and shaved her head Well, maybe now you'll let me a little closer she said But she just sacrificed her identity instead Be careful
...if we were splinters of god it would be natural, then, for the mind to explore and grow like bronchioles, it could also be said that if you listen
natural law, is stronger than anything we could devise factual no more can?t cover up cannot disguise, authenticity, shallow surface package sold right
There's a nature we innately understand that we rarely listen to How strong am I, I know the legacies I live within How strong am I, to use what I've
Patience a silent virtue I don't want to hurt you Reflex to old imprinting Your eyes are squinting And it seems I'm not what you wanted me to be Now
I am full and choosing to be full I'm on a boat, I'm in a lake, I'm with the water, I see the trees I'm with the sun, I see the moon, I touch the sky
she says ?this species doesn?t know itself, it stamps around like an arrogant child, tiny, lonely and rarely humble in our minuscule perspective, swilling
She looked for perfection in an imperfect world 'Cause she needed perfection where his hatred was curled And she tried to remember how heaven had felt
Fall in love with pan For he's the perfect man Fall in love with pan For he's the perfect man All my sisters around the land Take him in your traveling
frivolity, well it?s good to know, beyond my brain, I got somewhere to go, to the deserts to the trees, let them take you a little higher, take your
We were searching for some kind of love Will this human bowl ever be filled? When we're so distracted anyway Talking about eating peanuts for another