Beasts of Seasons

I have carried These south Many seasons They're pulling by these Bargaining my smile Up to greet them I cast them all to Keep them in My sight Ooh I would watch Their shadows on parade I've been chasing Clouds that have made me cowards They're burnin

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Sweet Deception I have known the first And I have known the last Of your kind Sweet Deception My one consolation I will find my rest in the quietest of lies Sweet Deception Of best intentions Are you a keeper of names? A bearer of sins? Do you hide y

Where have you all your good words gone? Where have all your stories gone? Where are all the pleasures from The timbre of your tongue? I dreamed I had a gift for Holding up the sky I dreamed I had a gift for Holding up your sky And I dreamed I had a

Our bodies still as photographs Beg the ground to swallow us And press our lonesome silhouettes into the dirt Light reflecting off your face Casting colors on your cheeks I saw you shining Saw you shining Brighter than before Autumn bears a bitter so

To take you in Is to feel a great sadness Is to hold a great hope Heavy in my chest To let you go Is to lose my balance Is to fall into silence Is to wait, wait, wait Oh sleeper, my keeper of days We can't get back the Spring Once it's passed For I w

If these bare walls could sing They would sing us a funeral song Push their wooden words into your mouth They would not wish to be A burden to your tongue Would not wish to carry on Too long With no sorrow Ask no greater pardon Than the pattern Time

When my eyes survey the tree line I'll recall a voice And how I took great care with words All that was A picture was A poem was a poem Words were trees of brown of gold If the dark falls early When my days turn to gold Turn to gold And pull to the s