A man sitting on a hill, gazing up at the stars, questioning if
I’ve got a cherry, and that cherry is mine. I’ve got a rose, and that rose is fine. So close,
It is a tree that melts, and gushes down a hill. It is a
I look at you, and I feel fine. You are the face
Susan’s a sexy princess, that married me years ago. We met at the
Johnny lost a lover, his dearest friend. Johnny’s eyes
Mother Mary came to me in a dream, and told me I should get saved. I firmly told her I never would, that I had decided to live my
We live in a shoe box, and we can’t get our minds around the
These are the doors that let you step into my fist
A stream that runs into a blanket, falls into a cloudy dream. A picture that
Look with your hands, at the things you dream. Don’t wake up, or
You’ll never know the stair case, unless you talk to it. You’ll never be
I had a dream where I looked into a magic mirror and saw
I killed the angel who kissed me, and I must confess
That flower is pretty, so follow the sun as long as it takes