I cry for mercy in the echoes

darken by the narrows of your mind.

Whine of time bends

a steel guitar to bring a

sounding angel, coming

to a palace joined.

Mind of a woman screams

right in time with a troubled care.

Drop the help, in the water, of

seeing a new child, on the dawn

lost in soulful rites given.

Last could not see me.

For I am a crying in the dark

turns of death red as a final night.

I am the dreamer you left so far behind.

I cry for mercy in the echoes

of dark narrows hidden in your mind.

I search

for rhea life. We are but

the victim in the role

called life screaming

eagerly at the sky finding nothing.

Souls sing in a trying voice onto

corners of a mind keeping

me silent in the bed

of a love kept cold.

In the fond remembering ,

seeing remorse found into

town of understanding why I drink .

I am the dreamer you left so far behind.

I cry for mercy

in dark narrows called your mind

Ghost does play so well into

travel laid to stay with me.

Wandering form all she offers

me, I scream.

Boat lifts my soul up to sea.

Wonder of soft body giving

me a palace.

Veto rest and the empty

drop falls into last treble of the losers.

I, in the pool of a wild female.

I am the dreamer you left so far behind.

I cry in lasting fear

in burning narrows of your mind

Scream, she dances on my blacken heart.

Where is life at now, as the door closes.

She skips to the next boy whose lap needs

encouraging.

In view of the youth exploding

sounds needed to escape the challenge

of hearts cast out.

Water seeks new birth

on the stage. Drink fills the mind while

the strums of guitar place her message.

In dead heart, dying words

find the shadow of trance, a viewing

of the wanton evil lady found .

Lasting horse riding in the willow glens.

Soft touches and words so much softer

with the love of hearts dirty dances.

Confused mind of lovers sounds peaceful

Sound of evening coming round.

I am whom you found in your soft bed.

I am the dreamer you left so far behind

I cry for mercy in the echoes

in dark narrows of your mind

Whine of time bends

a steel guitar to bring a

sounding angel, coming

to a palace joined.

Mind of a woman screams

right in time with a troubled mind.

Drop the help, in the water, of

seeing a new child, on the dawn

lost in soulful rites given.

Last could not see me.

For I am a crying in the dark

turns of death red as a final night.

I am the dreamer you left so far behind

I cry for mercy in the echoes

in dark narrows of your mind

I search

for rhea life. We are but

the victim in the role

called life screaming

eagerly at the sky finding nothing.

Souls sing in a trying voice onto

corners of a mind keeping

me silent in the bed

of a love kept cold.

In the fond remembering ,

seeing remorse found into

town of understanding why I drink .

I am the dreamer you left so far behind

I cry for mercy in the echoes

in dark narrows of your mind

Ghost does play so well into

travel laid to stay with me.

Wandering form all she offers

me, I scream.

Boat lifts my soul up to sea.

Wonder of soft body giving

me a palace.

Veto rest and the empty

drop falls into last treble of the losers.

I, in the pool of a wild female.

I am the dreamer you left so far behind

I cry for mercy in the echoes

in dark narrows of your mind

Scream, she dances on my blacken heart.

Where is life at now, as the door closes.

She skips to the next boy whose lap needs

encouraging.

In view of the youth exploding

sounds needed to escape the challenge

of hearts cast out.

Water seeks new birth

on the stage. Drink fills the mind while

the strums of guitar place her message.

In dead heart, dying words

find the shadow of trance, a viewing

of the wanton evil lady found .

Lasting horse riding in the willow glens.

Soft touches and words so much softer

with the love of hearts dirty dances.

Confused mind of lovers sounds peaceful

Sound of evening coming round.

I am whom you found in your soft bed.

Minds going to the palace you want .

Singing of pleasure, shared movements

roll forward in the wanton depth of feelings.

Screaming loud into rocking of the bridge,

as the young lady sings his song.

Ropes find the dabble of the end.

I am the dreamer you left so far behind

I cry for mercy in the echoes

in dark narrows of your mind

Pounding sounds we are generation.

Hybrid skipping to loaded knowledge

coming around.

I know you as friend.

I will see you again in the evening .

Mind tripping is as sound as the world is.

Reaches sting for the last one.

Who is going down to the sweet ground.

It such a long time again.

I am the dreamer you left so far behind

I cry for mercy in the echoes

in dark narrows of your mind

We found a sound beating even,

from the past a traveling.

Song now, we are going

westward in the shell of love.

Tripping east, where have you been .

Car drops the last ghost forgiven.

The live silence, no one left to taste

what is left of me.

Lucky seen, crying the blues in you.

Bond is free just as you are trapped in me.

Little girl lost in the soul of my past.

I am the dreamer you left so far behind.

I cry for mercy in the echoes

of vision

Minds going to the palace you want .

Singing of pleasure, shared movements

roll forward in the wanton depth of feelings.

Screaming loud into rocking of the bridge,

as the young lady sings his song.

Ropes find the dabble of the end.

I am the dreamer you left so far behind

I cry for mercy in the echoes

in dark narrows of your mind

Pounding sounds we are generation.

Hybrid skipping to loaded knowledge

coming around.

I know you as friend.

I will see you again in the evening .

Mind tripping is as sound as the world is.

Reaches sting for the last one.

Who is going down to the sweet ground.

It such a long time again.

I am the dreamer you left so far behind

I cry for mercy here in the echoes

of your mind

We found a sound beating even,

from the past a traveling.

Song now, we are going

westward in the shell of love.

Tripping east, where have you been .

Car drops the last ghost forgiven.

The live silence, no one left to taste

what is left of me.

Lucky seen, crying the blues in you.

Bond is free just as you are trapped in me.

Little girl lost in the soul of my past.

I am the dreamer you left so far behind.

I cry for freedom in the echoes

of dark narrows deep inside your mind