Post by valvetronix on Nov 12, 2006 1:59:02 GMT -5
..::Ghost::..
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That things for morners
Come visit with me in my time of torment
I may not want them here
If all is gone
And its to late
Shes beyond my reach
Scars
Can be stronger
Many on their places across your heart
I may not live with this
And still be me
Fear
That history repeats
And now ill stand before I fall again
Only some days I don’t know why
Ghost
That things for mourners
Haunt me everyday until I die
Ghosts
On greener mornings
Haunt me everday until I die
Silence
Still speaks to me
It says the harshest words of all
Apparently folk music is mindless chord patterns repeated over and over.
..::Failures and flights::..
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Well mornings are mourning times
Here of the front lines of this war
That is living
I lay here in the grass
With my thoughts of the past
Somehow this concrete is far less forgiving
I heard a song
Told me life was a beautiful ride
But I found out he was wrong
Like I knew all along
Life
Life is all failures and flights
I know a place
Across the beyond
That I thought I might call home
But life has this way
Of steering you wrong
Now I wish I had never flown
And they say to regret what you’ve done
It beats wondering what might have been
Well they may have a point
But memories are hard to wipe clean
Schedule your passage
Arrive and depart
But take it from me
It’s safer if you check your heart
www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=4656406&q=hi
That things for morners
Come visit with me in my time of torment
I may not want them here
If all is gone
And its to late
Shes beyond my reach
Scars
Can be stronger
Many on their places across your heart
I may not live with this
And still be me
Fear
That history repeats
And now ill stand before I fall again
Only some days I don’t know why
Ghost
That things for mourners
Haunt me everyday until I die
Ghosts
On greener mornings
Haunt me everday until I die
Silence
Still speaks to me
It says the harshest words of all
Apparently folk music is mindless chord patterns repeated over and over.
..::Failures and flights::..
www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=4656403&q=hi
Well mornings are mourning times
Here of the front lines of this war
That is living
I lay here in the grass
With my thoughts of the past
Somehow this concrete is far less forgiving
I heard a song
Told me life was a beautiful ride
But I found out he was wrong
Like I knew all along
Life
Life is all failures and flights
I know a place
Across the beyond
That I thought I might call home
But life has this way
Of steering you wrong
Now I wish I had never flown
And they say to regret what you’ve done
It beats wondering what might have been
Well they may have a point
But memories are hard to wipe clean
Schedule your passage
Arrive and depart
But take it from me
It’s safer if you check your heart
