our arguments curl upward as thin smoke
de Lost Trances
At the least tell me where were going
Is it somewhere I might know?
What's up with the funny voices and the faces I don't know
Allow me to explain
As I spread out through your veins
I never go around with my guard down I'm all about getting paid
Look out man you couldn't measure the motion
With the ocean trying to rock my swerve
Remove recognizable stairs
One glance could, resolve your pain
As for the strength it
Comes from someone, maybe in outer space
Visions unknown travel the orbits
Message desolate
Imagine what we could learn, with hands fast passed
If I'm not enough for you that's fine
I'll show you how you should spend your life
When I'm inside of you tonight
I'll show you how you should spend your life
I can barely move a muscle
Still alive I decide to leave
By leverage on the walls
Holding up both sides of me
Not sure where I'm going I just got a lead
Witch path will I choose?
Witch path brings me back to you?
Oh my pretty little baby
Won't you let me plant in your garden
All you got to do is ask I'll leave when you want me to
Hey girl wont you look it me, like I look at you yeah
You look so pretty, if not I will understand
Never ending slowly early coming of the morning
Down to the floor expressions warn out over time
I been meaning to demonstrate the visions in your dreams
Last night when I was gone I saw hell.
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a single feather spins, choosing a direction
Rites Of The Serpent Wind
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ash lifts, twisting into pale green sigils
Rites Of The Serpent Wind
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caravan bells answer the crackling hush
Nomad Fires Flicker
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ceiling cracks map places i never returned to
Memories Rustle In The Dark
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ceiling learns the shape of distant heavens
Incense Curling To The Stars
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ghosts of forgotten oceans
Mirages Of The Hollow Moon
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gutters hum softly like distant machinery
Inside The Night’s Reply
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i feel the world pause between two heartbeats
Veils Of The Midnight Dunes
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inside the night's reply clocks lose their grip
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inside the night's reply i hear trains fade
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inside the night's reply rain writes in code
Inside The Night’s Reply
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my questions hang from the telephone wires
Inside The Night’s Reply
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no one cuts them down, they slowly turn to stars
Inside The Night’s Reply
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old rooftops gleam like forgotten altars
Spells Of The Copper Moon
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radio static hums low in the other room
Memories Rustle In The Dark
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serpent wind coils around the hilltop fire
Rites Of The Serpent Wind
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somewhere a bird rehearses its first sound
Fires At The Edge of Silence
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strangers pass through the place you once occupied
Your Forgotten Name
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temple courtyard sleeps beneath thin starlight
Incense Curling To The Stars
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windows trade their glow for breathing dark
Inside The Night’s Reply
