And there are stars - giving away promises to those who turn their eyes
to the heavens
for comfort
I wont give up the fight. Drive around, make peace with an empty town. We'll feel so alive.
The texts speak for themselves, enjoy.
Messages from broken bottles fall on black sandy beaches
Ink in vain across the page now run from morning dew
Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes which strain to read
Heart which pound from love long overdue
Lips which press together, stifle rhythmic heavy breathes
Oh how she cries from vicarious love from the one he writes about
She must have been so glad for him to throw it out
Further steps lead to yet another broken bottle
Again the words contained have bled the page
Whose tears were these which ran the ink
From who they'd pour to make this streak?
(The Dear Hunter)
Salt in the sky in the sweet summer air while mammoths depart
Abandon dispair with thirsty affairs of the heart
But the chances of escaping my heart are inadaquate, and when all is said and done I'm left with my history
Goodbye, my eyes shed heavy tears
One for every soul still sitting on the fence between pain and arrogance
Ebb to the left flow to the right
The exit's unflawed
The boys on the train
The almighty tongue with prose spilled in vain
Goodbye, my eyes shed heavy tears
One for every soul still sitting on the fence between pain and arrogance
We fall beneath the sea of dreams and fail to breathe until we awaken again
Sing softly sing me to the lake
Sing softly bring me to the lake
Through all of this I've felt just the same
The flame is gone the fire remains
(The Dear Hunter)
