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The Cathedral

Her words struck my soul Couldn't take another breath She couldn't take me anymore Or the passion that I kept
Got on my feet and ran No plan, agenda to find Stranger in a collapsing hand Cast away, stranded, blind
I fell into a grand cathedral Discovered by a Spanish priest I said, "Friend I'm not here for Jesus, I just needed to rest my feet."
He shook his head and took me on his arm Didn't mind if I stayed We sat with sinners, but he asked no confession Nonetheless I poured out what ached
Sleepless nights, bloody fight

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DreamsWhere are you in your dreams? By garden streams and trees that never end? That reach the sky until the sky reaches back?
where are you in your dreams? By beaches, on the ocean Whose coasts go round and round And round?
Well I've been to the ocean And I've seen the sea And all these things will die
When the forest petrifies And the ocean sinks Tell me where does your beauty lie?
I have no places in my dreams I only see two pairs of eyes Yours are pointed to the ground And mine are close behind

I' Dreams
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The CathedralHer words struck my soul Couldn't take another breath She couldn't take me anymore Or the passion that I kept
Got on my feet and ran No plan, agenda to find Stranger in a collapsing hand Cast away, stranded, blind
I fell into a grand cathedral Discovered by a Spanish priest I said, "Friend I'm not here for Jesus, I just needed to rest my feet."
He shook his head and took me on his arm Didn't mind if I stayed We sat with sinners, but he asked no confession Nonetheless I poured out what ached
Sleepless nights, bloody fight The Cathedral
by ~rayden411

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Fri Jul 18, 2008, 2:02 AM

It's really late, and I'm working on my album. I have three songs, none of which are listed, called "Whatever", "Virgin" and "Speak like a Child". Even though I'm not looking at horror stories or scary things tonight, I have this one vivid memory of this picture of a guy next to a corpse that keeps creeping into my head. Bleh. Oh well. I watched an ep of Bebop and read a really good Bebop fan fiction. I'm quite tired. I don't want a nightmare again. I had one yesterday, and I think I'm sick of them now. They were fun for a while, I must admit though. No better alarm clock. =/

I'll get to work on this place soon. Hopefully.

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