Monday, August 16, 2010

Island

Spread upon the ceiling, to see right through mine eyes


I dream of the wooden

The dark chestnut trees

Loom over my hung head

In patience I'll see


I dream in warmth

The gold, the light

Pictures and people

Are outside the lines


BRIDGE

He conjures a feeling

Plunged deep in my chest

I choose to hide

I choose to beat

The things I'll hold best


CHORUS

Deep, deep

My body runs deep

My mouth longs for feeling

My soul, stained I'll keep


The trees hanging higher,

The stretch of my dream

I will dip my feet inside

Thick fur of my sea


I've dreamed up my wooden

My lush, my vain, my hard

I write the words and keep the things

They've not gone too far


I'll keep trying, I'll push along

A sail boat to store

In my own sea, in my own place

To wash upon the shore


BRIDGE

She conjures my motions

Locked up in my hands

I chose to catch

I chose to keep

Whatever she can't


CHORUS

Deep, deep

My body runs deep

My mouth longs for feeling

My soul, stained I'll keep


The trees hanging higher,

The stretch of my dream

I will dip my feet inside

Thick fur of my sea

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