Seven Mile Drive
Under Secret Pale Falling Rain,
Driven by the Pulse of Design,
Wondering How to get out of it,
When you see you're Inside of a Lie,
Wondering How to get out of it,
and wondering how to get out from...

Heavy Hand
Cross the line
to no tomorrow,
sure to end
our time.
Heart collage
of years unravels,
gone, to
strike me blind.
Now to toast this
grand occassion.
Jingo Love.
Your words,
they hit me
right between the eyes.
Hope you find the world you hoped for...
With your heavy hand
Unfind
My shell
With your laptop come
With your password block
Console
My eyes
Have a lot
Force a lot
Lose it all
In your final sprint
from your mind
I'll lure you well
into your Heart
Cross the line...

S e e Y o u
And I'll see you
when the day breaks,
and I'll see you
when the night falls.
Will I see you
in the Day's Wake?...,
in the Dawn's ache,
when the night falls...

U n r i s i n g S u n
Man's In the Middle
and the crowns on high
and you look down now
and there's nothing that's civil
in the back of the huddle
as they muddle on through;
it's about time that you...
that you get a little high
in the Guff
and the Guff won't give.
It's about time is it?
Did you get a little high
through the hole of a kite
in the eye of a
gale force raging.

High upon your
throne of anger,
what you sell I'll
stay the
hell away from. I'm in the middle
and the crown's on high
and the top's on tight
on the well in the haven,
for the job's well done.
Did you get alot done?
It's about time that you
that you get a little high
off the rhyme
and the riddle of the mime
that is told by the old
and the harrowed golden raven that
brings you tittering at man's try.
I, my loving arms,
I realize you'll meet your own demise.
Yes, I already knew, but it's a
fine time for you to say you'll go
in a year or so, so...
Kill them sweetly; lives do linger.
Tie that bow around your finger
to remind you of thing that you've done.
And, it won't let you go.

I'm in the middle
and the crown's on high
and the crops won't grow,
so you turn and go and
forget for a while, but the field's still dry
and the wine's still low;
can you turn and go?
And your shirt's gone white.
Can you handle this?
Can you shock them out,
'cause your fist won't do it.
Can you shock them?
Can you handle this? Can you
shock
them
out
of...Running,
did you get a little bit of what you
thought you fought to get out of the throne,
to throw a bone?
Yes, I already knew, but it's a
fine
time
for
you
to
say you'll go in a year or so, so...
Kill me sweetly,
Lives do linger.
Tie that string around your finger.

E m p t y H o u s e
Out of the side, in the host.
In the heat and the dust,
it's just a big blur.
Sparkling eyes,
like the blue sky.
You manage to move.
And, you said,
"I'll take care of you...,"
and I said,
"Who will take care
of those things to undo,
and, who will clean the walls
when there's
must on the ceiling,
lost souls in the halls?
Headed for the mission...
that's some mission--of a stuttering God."

Alone, Oh no, I fear...You'll feel too much.

From your bright, aching eyes,
as you're fighting off flies,
and you said, "I've got my role to play,
" endless in the museum of fine women gone up in smoke.
And they said,
"A good thing won't last." It's
like a shimmering shallow swim with a shark of
a long, long, long, long line, and,
an Elvis impression from your fingers silver.

We think we know you, nearly.
We know you love too dearly.
In the glass of your wind up,
in your...in your own time.
And, he said, "You'll hold tight!"

Countless telltale
like the last gasp of the last breath
just brought too far for them,
in a dark place to hide.
Galvanized and tongue-tied, you got wisdom.
You got used to it.
Who will manage this house?
We still hold you dear; now you're gone and I said,
"Who will take care of you?"
to all those dying faces around you."
On a long, long, long, long,
long, long, long, long road, you strike the shard...

Alone, I see, Oh no, I see, we'll miss you free, and, let me feel you...

Tall, standing in your lineup,
we know you love the windup.
In your prison,
take your poison.
In your,
in your own time.
And he said you'll hold tight.
"Won't you leave me alone.
Leave me alone!"

It's like a
big sign on the wall, and a
cold chill down the hall, like
the last gasp
of the last breath.

S h a n g r i - L a ' s A f f a i r
Falling fast behind you

Chimes are circling in the sky
They signify
Your every Whim
Your every Why
Your every...

There must be
A better way
To Narrow down this lost dimension
See the scapes we hear them mention
Reach the place where time divides up
There, upon the Lost Horizons

Fast, defying science

Silver skies are rising
There beyond your
Wildest plans that just might make you
Take the trek that just might break you
Take the trek across Nepal
Hidden there, beyond it all
They see we finally tore the Wall
They see, we finally tore the Wall
It's like a mouse in a maze
Gone to find Jah gone, and there is no price to pay
There must be...

Then, they gently force your eyes down
Your feet planted firmly on the ground
You try to justify
Lapis falling, from the sky
Tide High
Beyond the wildest of your adolscent dreams, and there is no price to pay
Aren't you scared to find they're not coming back?

Lost Horizons Calling

Chimes are circling in the sky
They signify
Your every Whim
Your every Why

Beyond the wildest of your adolscent dreams, and there is no price to pay There must be...

A S c a r A s B i g A s G o d
Let's go...
Let's go for a walk
now...there's...
something I want...to say...
Listen carefully, "I don't know...
what's good for me."
Soul find...What I need from your
soul...find...I... I overload.
But I swear I know which way to go.
And now I hear those words,
and cannot believe what you say.
And Now I hear those words and
Drown into getting away.
Up...tight...not a...
lot...we can do today...for...
What she needs to get...up...to...date...
and...get on top of our...soul find...
What we need from her soul,...find...I...
I overload.
But I swear I know which way to go.
And now I hear those words,
and cannot believe what you say.
And Now I hear those words and
Drown into getting away.
You're in,...you'll find,...
I know...which way to go...
> In, you're..so, you're...fine...but I swear...

T r o u b l e
Hey God, you listen,
can I have a little light
on this.
You think
I ought to give
a little more of mine.
You play the game, boy,
you'll get your prize.
(You'll get yours.)

Caught in the way of the
unadmonished Sultan, there
who dines in his exile,
she came to meet him in the
battle of the daughter in the
garden of the father and
my honor's won. Gunshy, love.

Hey God, you listen
can I have a little light on this.
You know I ought to
give a little more of mine.
You play the game, boy.
You'll do just fine.
You'll do just fine.

Got it;
I've got shotgun. You'll have to
get into the back; I won.
It's coming in just like the
Valley of the Showdown. It's a
one night standing up tall, son.
Gunshy, love.

With all my strength
and all my might,
I could not deny, not tear away,
the wistful remind
of the night
when you lost in the fight from what
you could not
bear to say
you need to survive.
It's in your blood.
We'll unveil your price.
Arms and legs unwind,
in her veil on time.

Hey God, you listen;
can I have a little light
on this.
I know I ought to
give a little more
of mine.
I said,
I'm tired in this
iron Zion gunfight.

She's gone to meet him
in the back confines.
The taxi rides up,
and your shoe's untied.
It's coming in just like
the white hat in the showdown,
like the
Knight in Shining Armor
out of nowhere comes.
The taxi rides up
like his horse on high.
Cooperation
in it's finest guise, enchante.

With all my strength
and all my might,
I could not deny,
not tear away,
the wistful remind
of the night in your sigh.

It's in your blood.
We'll unveil your price.
It's in your blood