All I wanted was this day relived, for it's led me astray and I'm so tired of roaming around in this dream, as that fire burns away. And still she is sleeping she's holding this dream in her arms

All I wanted was this day relived, for its led me astray
And im so tired of roaming around
in this dream as that fire burns away

And still she is sleeping
she's holding this dream in her arms
and still there is no only peace
like the one that i find in her eyes

Clap hands for stained ideas,
There's many a carpenter turning wheels,
Turning the wheels.
But will they carve out anything real?
Will I carve out a stained idea?

Oh look at the crowd, they're slumbering.
Three minutes is three minutes in…
Time means nothing when yo

Please direct your eyes
To the trembling skies
To the trembling skies

And catch every glimpse in all your
Words and all your conjured chords
As sure as bitter hands resign
The past will be seen in new light
Cast upon old words that you thought you'd lost in the fir

Embark with plight destination.
With true words that honour the piece, and plan out your rests and peaks.
To start, blank page annoyance.
Depart of the obvious clues.
The mindset has misconstrued confidence.
A new muse is needed to help me conclude.
You stand on the

Here the call, look out on the road beyond,
Through glass and blood that runs along the rusted can that's home.
Ploughing through the cities dust and stench that's new
Local traffic stalled a while, Is this worth the drive?

Here the call, through hunger sweat and empty halls

The coastline was on our minds,
Rock meeting water, sand represent time.
I saw a man by the ocean,
He was weathered like a fire burned through him,
Old hunger there.

Past all the grasses and into dark,
We saw cabins on the roadside,
Maybe a dead writer's house,

Bearing down a train you're a wreck
You have nothing yet
You're mobile, just draggin' a bit
On past the trees, the arks, and the freeze
There's no stations left but you know that

Book ends poured into place
They're set in and phrased
You've sought out an isla

And so it was planned that morning.
An armed attack, units forging.
"Cannons, fire at will and halt escape. We'll help them if we can, prisoners of circumstance."
A few arrived - weak, torn, tongue tied.
They told of eyes desperate and blind.
" Please now send troops. The

Find a place in line, we're marching straight into the fire
With our free will manifesto on our sleeves.
Would you turn a blind eye to the freedom that surrounds us…
Could you radiate the love that burns inside…

As this is how we survive, in accordance to the beauty that we fi

Here we stand outside glory's gates again.
Rusted shut for centuries on end.

And they're trying to sell us the keys,
(to every door)
But we'd rather prove our worth.
(and just keep chipping away)
We've been drugged with doubt and fear
(that's shaking our bones)

I want to know who's in charge of this show?
whos plans are these?

Truth be told, they make me feel right at home.

On our way out, we're on our way out.
We're walking in circles.
We have no compass.

I want to know where they build these programs?
And are they u

Don't focus on the static distraction,
Or how it pulls you into its arms.
Just give me some kind of reaction,
Before it freezes both our hearts.
We're standing behind the Canadian shield,
Basking in the half-light.
We'll try to conjure a peace that remains concealed,

These few weeks of rowing around these lakes
Have moved faster than the breaks in between the smoke and the recoil routines
But the harvest is on the minds of
Lone farmers and the millions too many

Open up the flues and let the ashes escape
They've been breathing in sm

You've been talkin' in tongues for years now haven't ya.
Encoding the view into your body of work.
The story goes - that somewhere across the prairie spine you severed all ties to the crime, and drove on for miles.
With a seaward gaze, and empathic eyes, you seduced the sirens wit

The poems strewn
Across the floor
They're out of tune
With every chord
And one reads 'lay down
Inside this open heart'

And where's this heart of which it speaks?
It must be soaring skies revealed
For it's been fooled for the last time
Or so it would se

Turn on the pillars of light,
And film some lovers embracing.
Raise a flag to the sky,
To show the world that it's sacred.

But hold off on the victory parade,
Reverse engineer the entire thing.
As it's bound to create insurgency,
And that could jeopardize everything

Winterize
It's not impossible to see
the infinite silhouette that tore
right through him.
The ghosts in every town,
they just don't see,
the silver lining found in that
corporate cloud.

Pockets full of spent bullets,
old train tickets,
and pictures of th