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I frolic in her lair Tempted by delight And the ringing echoes Of ecstasy. Biting the fruits Which isolate And begin to craft The wonders and h..

Sometimes I wake from dreams And sometimes I dream to wake Sometimes I remember the summer Sometimes I drift through the winter And sometime..

Sometimes it makes me cry to remember How we were I look at now And i'm blind There is either: Very little, Nothing, Or, before there was s..

Sometimes it's best to lay awake in a bunker A bunker Awake But with no breath. Sometimes it's best when time moves slower Distant Side tracke..

With feigned resentment for the night I struck a match, to draw the light, And with it, summoned from the earth, A blackened tear, given birth Upo..

It’s a dark morning. Like every morning, a dark one. The clouds are low and grey. Like every morning, low and grey. And bitter. It’s bitte..

Why when I hear you say 'I love you' Will I sound a silent sigh? Your mouth performs a pirouette, But this is vacant in your eye. When we em..

I heard you dreamt of a boy Who told you that I loved you, I heard you said you like the way That things can all go wrong. Won't you sing a song ..

He who plays the King Will fall down in the war, Perished by the legacy Of what has come before. But he that plays the Queen Will take the throne..

You smile at the sound Of me leaving the ground As I orbit your heart And the earth and the stars. Then you sing me a tune As we land on the moo..