If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
when I hear her rebel yell she’ll say jump and I jump like hell
Visions in the dust the shadows smirk in the darken dawn to memories lost
at the end of the rainbow make-believe was real and dreams
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
painful emotions of tainted thoughts that search for answers
The falling ambers of love still smolder with hope that time
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
*** A tainted kiss stirs the essence of lust
Soul Deep *** together we sail in the sea
the essence of your beauty permeates my soul
*** Spasms lifts her body with eyes closed the Doctor explains
