Some lyrics, older stuff

EvilToasterElf

Seven seasons of the past,
have echoed through the looking glass,
and the muddy grass has faded,
like the ink of ancient pages,
turned over by the light of stars.

The families we’ve never know
the history that we’ve outgrown
written into of rows of stone,
guarded by the empty words of poems.

From the ashes of our actions,
fiery birds seldom imagined,
grace the skies sought in a fashion of religious tomes.
But to our dismay there happens,
moments of some living passion,
driving past the rusted bars of rationality.

Silhouetting scenes of birth
without much thought to what came first,
until the realization that,
music should always play .

Rolling in constricting covers,
the sweet caress of tired lovers
murmur in the sleep that smothers,
the nightmares.
Searching vainly for a someone,
before the lonely dawn has come,
to bear down of the burdens
of hormonal chemistry.

They swam with tails, and then grew legs,
over the continents they spread,
creating life inside their heads,
and religion in their beds,

Stolen by the august breeze,
the breath of god has plucked the leaves,
from the canvas brushed with trees,
outside the pane of what we see,

when sitting with a wordless book,
that fills with thoughts bought from a look,
at the world from which we took,
our only wide-eyed breath.

The answers to the nameless things,
that add wrinkles to ageing skin,
are often squeezed into a bin,
existing in the space
between the paper and the pen.

Chorus *And there’s a brief altercation
Between the wind and the clouds
And without hesitation
The rains were forced down
And our minds were awakened
To that sorrowful sound
Blowing through the graveyard
Those petals in the wind *

wolfbear

Very nice. Reminds me of Nights in White Satin somehow.