(Get caught up in my dance and I swear you'll never find a song more beautiful...) |
You speak of her,
Words that only reach hollow ears...
A thousand little hands reaching
toward the sun...
(Alice, Alice
Come and Play...
Chase me through the trees,
Willow, pine, spruce...
Careful to tread where sand lay quiet,
I kept upright...
In my dream you brought me lilies,
soft, white petaled things that kept my hope alive...
Chase me through the trees,
Willow, pine, spruce...
Can we just play in the rain?
Words come better that way...
A cosmic sensation,
Dreams that twirl as stars collide for you...
" When I look at you, I don't see death anymore. Now I only see it when I look in the mirror." |