In the middle of my mourning Sits joy like a happy child In the middle of this death I must cry with life for a while And death is great We are in his
I breathe the mist floating about the stars I can caress with velvet hands I breathe the mist floating within without This pen between my fingers Messiah
On a day like today We passed the time away Writing love letters in the sand How you laughed when I cried Each time I saw the tide Take our love letters
White ribbon Wedding gown She walked into the garden What has she found Oh sorrow Untold sorrow There would be no groom She left him as she Found him
Amber liquid wetting winecups to the stem Spilling drops to glisten on the earth like little gems That myself mistook so foolishly when I stopped to steal
I only want what's mine That's what I came to find A little respect that's all From you Because one has his natural right But somehow that doesn't seem
design With a portrait of Jennie I never will part For there isn't any portrait of Jennie Except in my heart For there isn't any portrait of Jennie
a portrait of a woman) Said a portrait of a woman Your so beautiful (This is a portrait of a woman) This is the portrait of a woman Of a woman (This is a portrait
Do I only have conviction When my opinion lives in isolation? Is this portion of reality A frail and tangential foundation? Who mapped the course To
, make them lies And you're painting the portrait of a fool Paint one heart that's been untrue Paint one soul make it blue And your paintin' the portrait
can grab a pawn yet another one Take it to the everyday like it's done the son Words connected up to another degree And if an artist who planned it there, portrait
take a circle. and a straight line. put a match against the open end. feel it burning. see the burning. breathe the burning. until it's extinguished again
We have come and we are here for you, sovereign low The time has come, nothing striking here, serenade begins And here I am, dress the fool and what
Oh voila mon miroir Mons pays d'amour Mon eau de toilette Mon plaisir de vivre Jolie papillon du matin Ma beaut? mon destin Je t'aime
Here the cries form (the) dying mankind In the garden of unholy ground Whispering voices, summoning screams Appearing shadows on my face Far away
There are not tap-outs tonight We'll lay our heads against the wall And wait until they begin to bruise Because the blackest nights could use some blue To paint the portrait
Paint me your picture and hang it on the wall Color it darkly, the lines will start to crawl Down, down, down, spin me around and around Draw me away
just stood out The focus, the portrait of the artist as a hoods-up 3rd Bass 3rd Bass 3rd Bass 3rd Bass Portrait planned it back in the days Young strays