Innocence, your history of silence Won't do you any good Did you think it would? Let your words be anything but empty Why don't you tell them the truth?
Maybe someday.
_________________ “The darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” — from Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot
Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than f****n' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing You're f****n' perfect to me
_________________ “The darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” — from Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot
There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance A planet of playthings, we dance on the strings of powers we cannot perceive The stars aren't aligned or the Gods are maligned, blame is better to give than receive
There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand The cards were stacked against them, they weren't born in Lotus Land All preordained, a prisoner in chains, a victim of venomous fate Kicked in the face, you can't pray for a place in heaven's unearthly estate
Each of us, a cell of awareness, imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends with uncertain ends on a fortune hunt that's far too fleet
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill I will choose a path that's clear I will choose free will
_________________ I never give you my number, I only give you my situation. Beatles
Spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay There's always some reason To feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction Oh a beautiful release Memories seep from my veins Let me be empty Oh and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel Fly away from here From this dark cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
_________________ “The darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” — from Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot