3 Hills And Mad Lines
3 Hills And Mad Lines
Which way is up and which way is Saturday
Saving Summer dreams for winter's frozen face
Trapped In horse tail skies
With your lies of hair so fair
Your eyes do tell what was always
What was always meant to be
The never ending school of life
Your hour of control
A sight to be hold The sand clears your wind swept eyes
Witness wonders unfold their untidy living
Costly unaware of their origin
With blind might and A boat load of fight
A voice a war cry a snazzy lean screaming jazz song
Lost broken lost found lost broken
Thanking the beasts which heard so well
We could not fight
A belief which was in the river of thought
Now only a sea of dreams
What would it be like
To be with that girl
If I can finally discover a class of style
Where strength was once so strong
Turned into life
A cigarette the friend who costs a life
I wasn't always going to be a hick up
Letting those smiles go
Dropping those titles hiding your woes
Standing 10 feet wide
Echoes of those who turned you on
Who created and wrote that timeless song
Magic that freed you to feel real
Laughing crow
Crowing tired a friend yet an enemy of life
Scriptured Wants Always reaching never possessed but
In those times freeing the want
with beer and song rather than wine
and Poems so soft
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