You may or may not
Give tithe for the dying day...
...These hours and seconds
Are just famine fondled pigeons
Begging for bread in the park
I haven't given a thought for wings
Until now...
...Now and foremost for the
Wheat field wench within me
Who holds back, Who holds back
And I saw her as she saw me
Running past the fountain
With flying rat wings
And it was the birth of a dream
And yet I couldn't be happier...
...Lying there between the chapel seats
Forever asleep
If it wasn't for this job
I would satellite my soul to pasture
If it wasn't for this job
This job...
If it weren't for these papers
These mountains and spines of papers
I would be all the being that has been
Has been...
And this is what puts the sorrow into people
This sardine-can slide into Sartre-cide
Heaven help us if Heaven helps Itself
To mend the women and men who
Service life's legislature
Mosaic
Cubed from the outside
A mandala
That never blows away
A dream
To be a centenarian
Our pasts
Laid out in stone
One hundred years
The same old fear...
In light
Of fire on the wayside
Marking all
We've won and wailed
Dear friends
Eternity Fraternity
I couldn't be
A happier stone
One hundred years
In separate spheres
For your dreams aloft
For you're sailing off
For your gentle-soft
For your cream of the crop
For your love enough
For you're living, living, living, living
One hundred years
And I'll be here
One hundred years
And I'll be here
One hundred years
And I'll be here
And I'll be here
And I'll be here
One hundred years
And I'll be here
One hundred years
And I'll be here
One hundred years
And I'll be here
And I'll be here
And I'll be here
It's all just pretending without pretending
Lending an ear to sacred, shadowed fears
It sinks, therefore it grows
I'm not really your friend
I'm just eating the crust around the butter
I live, therefore I die
In ever-winter time
You will leave me alone
These snowflakes are merely
Scattered seed
Masquerading across
The headstones
I'm hardly a lamb
I'm the hole in the hand
That drains the doubt from Hell
It's not really beautiful
The world just spins around me
Holy doom, therefore I breathe
Do you know why I am sleeping?
Because I am always waking up
Your laughing, you're screaming
You can't leave me untouched
Please never leave
And never die
These four squawking heads
Keep me beating inside
I cannot say what I cannot say
I only want to hear you alive
A sentimental solace between the sighs
Every breakfast wreaks
Of sarcasm and such
I wouldn't hate you
Unless I loved you so much
Meandering, Meandering
Saturated sacrificing
Hell's daughter must be cursed
To be blessed so much
Please never leave
And never die
These four squawking heads
Keep me beating inside
I cannot say what I cannot say
I only want to hear you alive
A sentimental solace between the sighs
Do you know why I'm staying?
It's for all I've missed
Understand through misunderstanding
I would ever, ever be
Your morning kiss
And never leave
Never die
Four squawking heads
Keep me beating inside
I cannot say what I cannot say
I only want to hear you alive
A sentimental solace between the sighs
A sentimental solace between the sighs
-Raven