[ Buck/Drew/Gustafson/Augustyniak/Merchant ]



We are the roses in the garden, beauty with thorns among our leaves.
To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed.
What is the reason for having roses when your blood is shed carelessly?
It must be for something more than vanity.

Believe me, the truth is we're not honest, not the people that we dream.
We're not as close as we could be.
Willing to grow but rains are shallow.
Barren and wind-scattered seed on stone and dry land, we will be.
Waiting for the light arisen to flood inside the prison.
And in that time kind words alone will teach us, no bitterness will reach us.
Reason will be guided another way.

All in time, but the clock is another demon that devours our time in Eden, in our Paradise.
Will our eyes see well beneath us, flowers all divine?
Is there still time?
If we wake and discover in life a precious love, will that waking become more heavenly?

Why Windsong Record Collector The Poseur Clash of the Titans Where Is The Love (Album Version) The Road Gli Uccelli Im Not to Blame Lullaby For Lucifer THE RAZORS EDGE On The Line Blindman Christine There Goes My Baby Crazy Scrubbashin Isn't Life Strange Falling Down Te Conozco Potiphar 1000 Meilen Staub Auf Unsren Stiefeln Ba3id El Layali Ave Maria

Just Friends Nasty Vigilante Shanty Everything Is Everything Love Is The Groove You Left Me Lonely This is My Song Never Go Back Sin (Dub) I Could....If They Would(Album Words) Come See About Me Pioneer's Park Brand New Set Of Rules A Box Full Of Sharp Objects Dream You Mary Had A Little Lamb Runaway Premonitions Acilsin Gozlerin Is It All That Great Without Me A Scale, A Mirror, And Those Indifferent Clocks Martin Scorsese I'm Your Witch Doctor Table in the Wilderness Never Knew Lonely