Nothing can stop us

I can feel you dreamin' of me

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Location: Detroit, Michigan, United States

I never much liked the flaps over zippers, needles, ovens, lawn mowers, or swimming. I love my Les Paul, and every song I've written with or without it.

29 August 2008

Breaking and Entering

Don't look in my direction, oh, soul-searching eyes
The demon I can't evade, nor run from inside
The brook, the leaves, the wind blowing seeds
That grow in my heart while I can't breathe
Avoiding attention to grip what you won't mention
Your touch, your blade to the ill-bloomed fate
But all that I ask is for you not to mask
The face that captivates, and I have yet to ask
If the tallest of trees still don't sway in the breeze
Does the speed not move too fast?

Oh, soul-searching eyes, to you I give what is mine
All the life and the love till the end of all time

The crooks and the thieves beneath the falling of leaves
Rain down to the heart and slyly deceive
The whites of your eyes - more so than the snow
Glistening like diamonds under the sheak moonshine
No longer lost, but captured, enraptured
Enclosed in tight arms; the embrace of a loss
Clear in sight, we're counting scars like sheep
I wish I'd put up more of a fight
Because the image reflected doesn't seem quite right

Oh, soul-searching eyes, to you I give what is mine
The life and the love till the very end of time
Here we both stand
Yes, here we both stand
All which I give was once mine

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