"It Smells Like Silence" a song: 1)
It smells like silence
The kind where no one cares
Your clothes are filled with the fragrance
of someone who left
If I wash them for you
will the memories be removed?
Or has all the fighting
that suffocates the loving
worn the deeper groove? 2)
It smells like silence
and isn't silence cold?
the ribbons have unraveled
no future to hold
A hint of life discarded
you packed and sent away
tidy little sentiments
of warmer days Break:
I suppose I could wash these clothes
and no one will ever know
Only you ... for the fragrance will be gone
But then there's all that silence left behind
miles of better dreams and saner songs
mingled with the scenes of loveless eyes It smells like silence
the kind where no one cares. "Mystie" a song: 1)
There are places
that you've never been to
There are spaces
where you'll never go
There are passions
waiting to be lived yet
Mystie I know chorus:
Mystie I know (four times in background)
When the rain falls
cold on my shoulder
Mystie I know (three times) 2)
Vacant eyes hold
tears that rest silent
faces scatter
a child needs to grow
and the wounded
continue their struggle
Mystie I know chorus "I Grasp A Circle" (a song) I touch the wind inside my eyes
I grasp a circle and I hold it tight
I close the door
and I form a simple key
to keep me in here
and you
out there If there are other circles to the day
better memories on display
will you help me
to unwind them?
I'm bound to see them
don't you think
If I ponder on the moment long enough Does time cease
do memories? You may not use my memories
You may not misconstrue
because as they're unfolded
they are me
of course
and not you
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The song above was taken from a poem I wrote, these are the missing lines of the poem If I allow the most quiet comment
If I hand over
even for a moment
my memories
to be changed by yours
I will not even have this moment
or this circle
to enclose
and you know...
how many dreams can we allow in
when so few come true? "Speak Of The Devil" a song: a song: 1)
Where do you go
when you're not with me?
Who do you see
when you're not seeing me?
Who do you smile at
with those eyes... that I
wish I never knew? 2)
Who grew the flowers
in the vase on your table?
Who props your pillow
and strokes all your moods?
Who is the one
you stare off in the distance to?
Who is the one
you leave here for?
Chorus:
I weave a little token
a blanket made of smoke
as the colors touch each other
I remember
the fire 3)
Who do I run to
when the road leads black?
Where do I surface
when hell freezes over?
Bleeding out passions
that I knew
once
Well... speak of the devil
Sphere of the devil
oh Babe it's you
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