you can remember the high trees of spring in your forgiving years you can can remember things just how they were back then I miss being able to lose myself how the wind in the trees could sway me you can recall the fire and the sting of the pain when reality took you in you vowed to never dream or let yourself be heard again I miss being able to lose myself how the wind in the tees could sway me

do you know the way back home? I was right there where you stand yes the very lonely spot I am right there with you in another lonely thought any moment now this will all collapse and none of us will have a chance do you know the way back home? should I be able to see things changing? Is there something big that I've been missing? did anyone ever have a grip on where they were going? should I be covering more and more ground? should I be out with the other's moving around? is there a point where things start to get critical? do you know the way back home?

I always have options and I chose to break the cycle isolate the source eliminate the fucking problem I don't know how it's supposed to be but the more options I give myself the more that I am free house of hills of gold and grey and sky that flowed a rain a cry a dream a sound I join with love and wander through a snow and forest desert waves of washing blue just trying to move myself the shit that I'm eating just don't help and all I can do is sit around sit around and wait for the next day but I've got my ducks in a row I feel like nothing can go wrong I've got my head up to the sky I don't need to question why wouldn't we all be glad of a god that really loved us guess its too hard for me to try and love myself gotta go try and make sombody else give a damn cause I cannot accept any less I would give anything to feel like I'm needed but I don't need anyone so I guess that's conceded and I wish someone would take this iphone from my hands cause its getting hard to be normal with a blackberry and an android for a friend I want someone to pull me off this internet I want someone to show me how to dream I want someone to care enough to say the truth I want someone to care enough to say the truth

didn't I put your boxes where you wanted em? don't you know its not my job you crusty one? I can still hear you walking towards me down the corridor your keys just give you away every time you said I told you twice now and I stood and laughed at you like a cheeky one I said why dont you go and talk to your manager I could tell right then you lost your spot what are you gonna do about it Im not gonna pick up your socks you just cant accept its not my problem its just a box these day's there's not much of a market for ideas that could bring us home get ahead move along bring it back and do it all again savor this feeling of belonging in a cold dark world what are you gonna do about it I'm not gonna pick up your socks I just cant accept its become a problem for the two of us won't you take my hand as the clocks wind down as we feel the pull as we hear the sound forget what you've been told there's nothing left but sky no hiding from the cold passing through the eye

tension is high intelligence is low want to escape? well there's nowhere to go see if you can find a place in your past bright and blue green fields of grass somethings coming we can all feel it raise your voice now don't let them steal it come across to the light beyond the forest the sound from your heart you can't ignore

on a cool night when the moon shines down on an open field of Christmas trees the shadows move down from the hundred year oak down the darkened road with its many mysteries I saw it once when I was just a lad lucky enough to make it home Lemuria my ancient home calling out to me lost among the waves of deep time now my eyes do not see so clear my heart beats with a saddened fear holding on to the dreams of the past Lemuria waits for my always there but its taking so long scared that I could be wrong but I'd die to be one with the truth if only in death could I be with you if I could be with you let me drown in your blue-green eyes swallow me up inside of your love and take my life filter down through your coral hands wrapping me up the snow and the sun and the ancient sands

poor old farmer's spectacles gleaming in the morning sun gotta make sure the mill still turns even though the wind don't blow he knows the score but still he cant decide weather to stay or to go horse will take the wheel and night will fall clouds are rolling in again its time to let the wind take hold your much too old to be dreaming of going back to your home still he can feel that old autumn wind driving the rain and the snow reigns upon the horse and now they're moving cross the windy meadow the rivers overflowed the sea was back again felt I could give up and let it pull me in my lungs were filling up my skin was cold as ice I looked up though the water and saw the starry night all I want to do is live in the past moment's when I knew the moment couldn't last on a wind-swept field under the pouring rain I saw the sky way clear but knew that I was sane

when I'm old I will be dead before I get there I hope I come back as something better when I'm dead I will be glad and dont you tell me that you'l be sad cause I know how life goes on we're never old we're all still young in the heart and the mind of someone so will I remember who I was when I come back as a donkey or a dove is this the first time I've been born or have I really been here before? and we never die we just go on living through another one with stories like our own we never miss a chance that cannot still be taken for every moment is my birth my death is not worth waiting your death is not worth waiting for

one summer evening I was driving down the road fallin asleep at the wheel made it to the truck-stop but I couldn't stay awake so my eye-lids began to seal the road ahead was crawling with a million spooky things that I just cannot quite explain every myth and creature in Nevada was awake they were standing in the desert rain a dog with no eyes and a pair of jeans walking and a paper-mache cowboy there's a place on the mountain that's a rip in time and a few of the long-lost toys there's no time to look over your shoulder now see the places in your memory still intact and high above your misery the rocks that line the riverbed so many years have passed dream arising from the dead let me back to the past the ghost in the canyon is coming down (i feel her love) smell the rain on the cactus flower (flowers are blooming now) the darkened skies my widened eyes and faces in the clouds whispers from rusted cars and strange lights on the mount cactus and bones killers on roads beings untold night will unfold hide in the stones make a fire to be warm wait for the dawn wait for the sun I am your ghost the one you were after I hold the sky and the dreams of masters I am the place you long to be feel my embrace and know that I love you turn away from desolate highways come to me remember the old days I'm the ghost of the canyon the wind and the rain you're my companion Its like a fail-safe if I cant live this life there's a world aside this one that nobody can change it stays the same we can visit the old place anytime all times are one and down the highway veering off into the sky the ghost and the firefly something I wish I held onto nights we stayed and this we knew the way the lights had shifted blue things were alive and moving too step out of your mobile home come with me out on this cloud and no you wont fall though it even though you're a thousand feet off the ground

she laid it down the day the virus reached her neighborhood laid it in the stream by the barricade a small rounded pebble that bared both their names in hopes that he would find it one day and so it came to pass the virus took out everyone leaving her to wander the countryside she wondered if he'd ever made it out somehow or simply parished like the rest then a voice rose from the darknesss and a man stepped forward said you can stay in your safety or I can take you onward so she ran up to join him and all the others that gathered as they started their journey it was this they chanted I stand the ground that many have before since fallen over stones and the pebbles that have brought the modern man to his knees and I hear the sound of evolution calling from the mountains and in the wind calling us to rise against the market world new day dawns the fear of life has passed voice of truth free to speak at last pebble in your hand all the things you could make it do build a life that never existed or kill the ones that did this to you

on a stormy afternoon broke and grey like an old cartoon streets abandoned fade to white something's dragging away the light don't you love how they know just what we like now? don't you want to be a part of what we like now? a face is floating in the air don't know if it's really there it has seen me by the wall looks like it has no mouth or eyes at all I wonder if it really sees or does it smell the blood on me? there's a fountain of youth behind a plastic screen there for everyone to view and never get a drink there's a world so very faint underneath the layers of paint how do you like it how does it feel to know you are dying and its all very real?

I failed to see there was a light inside of me and I snuffed it out too soon when I became or came undone and settled for a kingdom crumb that is where I left Lemuria and I failed to believe when you showed me this machinery that could bring it all to unseasoned bloom when I let go of my island reef moon-lit clouds for a lamp-lit street that is where I left Lemuria that is where I left Lemuria see with your heart speak from your mind Lemuria you'l find Lemuria you'l find