"I Call This Love"
So now my pen is palpitant
A short car ride with a prime candidate
For love, or lack thereof
Our ventricles, like hand in glove
Hailing from the nimbus now
I summon the clouds somehow
A preternatural bond between
Two imposingly normal human beings
Forget me not
I’ve given everything I’ve got, as well as too much thought
Tie around, your finger
The string that we had wound
I swear I’ll be around
I’ll be around
It gets hard to concentrate
When hearts pair up and then they break
That’s the biggest understatement
I could have said, for us to relate and
I wish we didn’t have to set it straight
I hate how we decided fate
Forget me not
I’ve given everything I’ve got, as well as too much thought
Tie around, your finger
The string that we had wound
I swear I’ll be around
I’ll be around
Oh, lover!
I want to pull my head out from under
This grey cloud cover!
And spend the rest of my days in slumber
With no other…than you
Forget me not
I’ve given everything I’ve got, as well as too much thought
Tie around, your finger
The string that we had wound
I swear I’ll be around
I’ll be around
"Sticks and Stones Pt. I"
I was a boy
I was young, stuck in a rut
Words spouted out
From the youth, like waste from the slums
I was fine, this whole time
Until I was shouting their terms
And standing in their lines
I was gone, said goodbye,
to my mind
and my life
"Trapped In Amber"
The story of today is one
That the people in the cities underground have sung
The birds are basking in the mourning sun
Yeah
A feeble disposition and no more
Ships capsize in the channel
Captains watch them from ashore
A gull has lost its’ way back to the nest
Good times were different in the west
Holes in my body
Holes in my body
Holes in my body
That’s what they wanted
Holes in everybody
Holes in my body
Holes in our bodies
Shot down in the snow
I’ll expire if we stay here another minute, oh
A town on fire, and doused by snow
One soldier all dressed in black
Having a drunken hero’s picnic all by himself
Atop a tank, lobbing hand grenades.
Yeah
And like I’ve said before
We’re insects trapped in amber
Time means nothing in the war
A place like nothing we could have ever guessed
Good times were different in the west
You don’t believe me
When I say that there’s a fourth dimension?
Well you're not paying attention…
"Price Tags"
Anything can be mislead.
Anything can be seen red.
Anyone disappointed?
Oh well.
Dressed up in tiger skin now,
Stumbling through West Berlin now.
Well, aren’t you sharp as a pin, now?
Hello, every secret connection shows;
Every false resurrection seen as change of direction, I know.
Yeah, it keeps me ranting on.
Hello, every wolf in sheep’s clothing knows
Other-worldly injections are known to make your blood go cold.
Yeah it keeps me ranting on.
Roll and you might get snake eyes,
Don’t you dare roll your own eyes.
Fed up with distaste and goodbyes.
Secondhand is the worst, man.
Third-party never wins, how sad.
Fourth generation fails to understand.
Every plan has its game and
Every thread has its price tag.
Won’t you pull mine and discount me.
Yeah, mark me down.
Every decision's got a tag, so mark me down.
Society will pay the price, so mark me down, now.
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