skies
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I drank the moon
It was blue at noon
My heart was snatched by bloom
I was mad as insanity driven soon
Each rev was mind blown as the moon and noon
Good night my little wee oneIt's time to close your eyesIf you'll but wait till morningYou'll get a big surpriseThe sun will smile and greet youIn ever changing skiesFor mom and daddy love you
Sun scorching, sweltering, sizzling beach.My hardened soles resist the heat.Sunglasses shielding my eyes.White cotton ball clouds glide.Along deep blue skies.But I’m blue too.
To soar high in the clouds like a bird
To feel free and not chained
To explore the world around us
The closest we have to flying
The closest we have to floating in the sky
I've never been a man to stand tall...
I've never been the man to call...
The voices; I'll kill them all...
Waiting for the sky to fall...
There was something about that day,
Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it ’68?
The decade’s last few days,
The whole wild world was crazed,
But where we were was peace,
For you and me at least.
Kind faces smiling,
Nodding politely at words
They don’t seem to understand,
Show me pictures
Showing the richness
Of a faraway distant land,
Multicoloured motor cars,
That gentle breeze
Nothing but fresh air
It is crystal clear
Rising up through the atmosphere
When the ship sails
Over the horizon
You can see those nightly skies
As you approach your destination
my eyes will not enchant you
friends will not ask why can't you
escape pervading thoughts of me
like a stream dreaming shots of sea
you will not wonder how i cross a room
Red, the raven flies
in the northern skies.
Black clouds growl on the horizon,
while the faded orange sun rises in the east,
the shimmering sea is but a sodden patch.
Beautiful skies filled with gray
Some may think oh what a shame
But i, certainly do not
We hold on to the very last bit we have
