wait for the day you say I know.. to may december.. remember
Remember, Remember when we Together Went to the sea Was it real or did we dream. The days of children gone. Seagull's scream and pink ice cream and the deep blue sky And the waves seem high and golden sand and the town brass band play on.
I want to scale the summits of our silence Trace the topography and texture of the undulating sound waves like I used to stroke the grooves of the wind outside the passengers window driving real fast over the scattering gravel. From the start then I will wait to approach, my heart will thump like a low subway line beneath the heat while I picture you strumming serenades on my puppet strings.. a sly spider gliding cross the web, you’ll have me syncopating syllables in the judges chambers. If your heart is as big as my heartbeat will suggest, I’ll have to buy you a bigger cage before then.
How long is ever... isn't it strange, remember.. remember me... together we went to the sea
But when the sky is blue There'll be no cocktails for you But when the sky is black You can have your bottle back
Rivers everywhere Are going down down down Yeah the bees are in their cages You know I know the world is mostly people But I am all alone I'm watching dogs and cats from the windows of my home It's all because of you It's all because of you Rivers everywhere Are going down down down You know light everywhere It's fading It's all because of you It's all because of you Because of you Rivers everywhere Are going down But when the sky is blue There'll be no cocktails for you But when the sky is black You can have your bottle back Because the girls are blue There'll be drinks for you Rivers everywhere Are going down down down You know light everywhere It's fading
When I was back there in Seminary School There was a person there Who put forth the proposition That you can petition the Lord with prayer
Of course you know, that god does not answer every prayer. If he did, we might begin to wonder whether or not he existed. If god answered all our prayers, wouldn’t that make us think that he does exist? If every prayer were answered, we should doubtless begin to look for some connection of cause and effect between the act of prayer itself and its results. That is, we should think that the prayer produced the result, in the way that magicians think that their words and rituals do. It is the fact that prayers are answered selectively that leads us to think in terms of someone responding to us — someone who weighs our limited, often petty requests.