FACE TO FACE
All along your favorite lost horizon
standing still while mirror worlds collide
Aching for an enigmatic wise one
where the fountain wonders seek 'n' hide
In the midnight hour comes your godsend
holy rows of roses in her sighs
Budding into flowers off the deep end
burning true within each other's eyes
Rite of passage rollin' 'cross the border
of all those hot chimeras that still fade
Over time your life is made to order
random organisms in the shade
In the midnight hour. . .
Face to Face in the human race
feel a fresh way of living. . .
Tell me twice just what you find amusing
in "we who are about to die" salutes
While I find some cryptic tunes for cruising
radical is ever only roots
In the midnight hour. . .
Face to Face. . .