warm, aren't they? those hands of yours
touch my shoulder until I melt
it'll become so not even words will come out
take me along to the dawn sky
like a ship curving in the flow
the fingers passing through my hair
carry me off before it ends as a quiet dream
ride the wind
A million years with you only seems like a day
(You know your love takes me away)
pass through the red clouds being dyed by the setting sun
(Baby, won't you show me the way)
I want you to stay at the end of the dream
whether near or far
the day the puzzle was solved
I want to feel those hands more than anything...
La la la la...
if my hands and your hands
intertwine like they're tied
the mysterious freedom is endless
I begin to wake with a transparent breath
the heart body which were defiled by
these hands until today let it all pass away
in lighting the soul that had gone out
it's just a prayer that I want you to come
La la la decorate the night sky with the moon
(so we gaze together)
from this place soaked in tears
(Baby, won't you steal me away)
*I want you to stay at the end of the dream
whether near or far
Baby can't you see I want it to come true
I want to feel those hands more than anything*
La la la la...
open to page 3 Rorschach, blood, sweat and tears
I've spilled in the past memory escape
sometime, one day is a like million years just listen
therefore one second is about 11 and a half years
I be the paraclet mathematically feelings like turbulence
erasing even the after image running around
the feel of the palm playing a chanson
walking on the moon with mellifluent verbiage
the thing left behind by the incident that time that place is tangible
so useless explanation for you I'd give an arm and a leg
electronic mail from me predominantly
you should be able to hear my voice faintly
this earth minus you, ain't got fruit
your whole style's like a sun
no denial, so may dreams come true
cantankerous onslaught of controversy and policy
the most minimal, indivisible can't be divided
you & I, that's the quotient
* repeat
La la la la....