The random lyrics post

emily18

what a beautiful face i have found in this place
that is circling all around the sun
what a beautiful dream that could flash on the screen
in a blink of an eye and be gone from me
soft and sweet
let me hold it close and keep it here
with me

and one day we will die and our ashes will fly
from the aeroplane over the sea
but for now we are young
let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see
love to be
in the arms of all i'm keeping here
with me

what a curious life we have found here tonight
there is music that sounds from the street
there are lights in the clouds
anna's ghost all around
hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
soft and sweet
how the notes all bend and reach above the trees

now how i remember you
how i would push my fingers through your mouth
to make those muscles move
and make your voice so smooth and sweet
but now we keep where we don't know
all secrets sleep in winter clothes
with no one you loved so long ago
now he don't even know his name

what a beautiful face i have found in this place
that is circling all around the sun
and when we meet on a cloud
i'll be laughing loud
i'll be laughing with everyone i see
can't believe
how strange it is to be
anything at all.

muiren77

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when you’re older, must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and dawn
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we con only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him
Take your time, it won’t be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and dawn
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur
Coming true
There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

tori amos' circle game