Frail hinges pivot On a case's door
Commemorative Souvenirs from places Containers change with occasion
Cellophane encased Displaying paper Certificate Credit years of
service A tool of central enterprises The early hope For permanence
The words the rings Consistency And Social security The miracles high
Your salvation But who grants absolution For sins that never were
committed Tension makes a tangle Of each thought becomes Inconvenience
Sound never penetrate sThe servile edges break and faint A thought
mistaken for a memory Clear the dust From smiles in boxes Pass the
patterned wall Recall their voices.
Commemorative Souvenirs from places Containers change with occasion
Cellophane encased Displaying paper Certificate Credit years of
service A tool of central enterprises The early hope For permanence
The words the rings Consistency And Social security The miracles high
Your salvation But who grants absolution For sins that never were
committed Tension makes a tangle Of each thought becomes Inconvenience
Sound never penetrate sThe servile edges break and faint A thought
mistaken for a memory Clear the dust From smiles in boxes Pass the
patterned wall Recall their voices.
Take me now baby here as I am Pull me close try and understand Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe L...
dance to the sun a kiss to the earth embrace a stone come the small black book come the brandy cask o...
Heaven is this heaven wher we are See them walking if youi dare if you call that walking Stumble stagger f...
A lie to say 34 O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig 500 men with axes and they all dig for me 34...
Well they left then in the morning a hundred pairs of wings In the light moved together in the colors o...
For whom do the bells toll When sentenced to die The stuttering rifles Will stifle the cry The mo...
Crowds gather round kneeling at the feet of common thieves Hungry for the word but God would never spe...
You were looking away from me western skies calling you Colors spilling running dazzling you I was ...
I dreamed of a circle I dreamed of a circle round And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed...
love breaks apart is a myth of human kindness love breaks apart is amyth of human kindness love breaks apart ...
