Instrumental

Instrumental

clocks tick blasphemy, duel intent only sun, only moon inherit a moment's trust- tether my spirit's fog to the present halt infinity, mute old tunes damn the cosmos if I must phantoms of light, too old to repent undead galactic projections…

my slow steady breath buried like death beneath the song's vibrations and inspirations away from all this place and my shoelace a sea parts in my path i see all none, only black cloaked wrath yet in this skyless night gleams down…

dogwood leaves and everything green everything green - everything is green nature laughs at a downtown scene downtown scene - laughing at the scene listen real loud and you'll hear what i mean hear what i mean - know just what i mean