12.19

Firey moonbeams, dance around me, and
The glow of city lights, become as warm as I
Tears of warning, leave me holding
A seed of anger, a seed of holy
I followed only, the feet that hold me
Stood in loathing, now here lies a pillow in the waste

In time, I'll fill a room with this fever
No more lines, these tired eyes awaken
No more wondering, far away in my dream world, safe...

The journey's golden, if it's honest though,
dark attracts me, I reap the morning
I'll tell you one thing, our lives our colorful and free

In time, I'll fill a room with this fever
No more lines, these tired eyes awaken
No more wondering, far away in my dream world...